The Poetry of
Jack Scott


The moon is full tonight;
I watched it filling up,
but forgot to seek refuge
from its mesmerism.

Sleepwalking now
in this dream of night,
am I puppet at the ends of moon rays,
or is this highlighting of the text
I have been reading?

Will I make something happen
or will it just occur
and I will notice it,
remembered once again
to be once more forgotten?


424 ®Copyright 1974 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.