ambivalence iv

i sat at the bus stop, and waited for the blue bus.

i looked upon the big blue sky; my eyes fixated at the clouds and the moon.

i felt the wind so strong, like ten thousand palms performing a second base on a bare soul at the barren plains of the midwest.

dark clouds overcasted the big blue sky, like smoldering temptresses, wobbling every inch of sunlight.

yet the subtle silhoutte of the moon, all calm and composed, breezed toward the opposite direction in solitary bliss.

i wasn’t sure anymore. they can’t both be in motion.

the sight before me was too “moving”. how can i ever be sure?