The happy place

Hello the full moon shone alone today on the deep dark blue sky, like a silver coin.

except silver coins do not radiate light, but neither does the moon.

I’m picturing the type of coins one might have on the tongue or even on the eyelids, I’m sure it would feel cool to have such coins on there, when paying passage on the river Styx.

Except when you are dead, you are cold too, and you don’t feel anything

But still the moon coins you would feel, I am sure.

So there I stand lazily, letting the dogs pee on the snow just outside the door

It’s more yellow now than white

Not the door, the snow.

And it’s cold so we all agree to quickly return outside to the soft warm bed

Maybe I shall be able to sleep tonight

Having finally called a toad a toad

And for how terrible it feels

Still and yet a great relief sets on me tonight

As I lay here guarded by this silver coin