The Moon

This age old
adage

sits here in
my crawl

like an
undigested conundrum -

awaiting stronger
juices to pull it
apart.

It

swims
back and forth between

the shores of knowing
and unknowing;

between the ocean waves 
of the real
and unreal.

A cloud on
the water, a finger
pointing at the moon;

am I me

or the
I toward which I point?

Photo from: http://www.elephantjournal.com/2013/10/pointing-at-the-moon-the-essence-of-meditation-practice/