Hokey Cokey Moon (The)

Where other than by your side
that hearth has warmed
has staved off revolution
has pacified the storm.
In these pink ears
the folk memory of Eden.
The ghost of Sundays gone
in a circle without reason.
A little boy stayed lost.
Defying his parents
the still waters basking
in the sleeping reflection,
of hokey cokey moon.
It shines,
half afraid.
She knows her mind.