One

A chain of 3 Pi stanzas, for writer's cramp.

Moon meets midnight
inside
unblinking opened eyes:
One moment.
The way water throws back ancient earthen images
as if surrendering herself to reflection.

Sun meets noon
atop
pinnacles of mountain peaks:
One eon.
The way uncounted desert sands blow and turn
as if sifting memory from prediction.

Life meets death
between
numbers etched in stone:
One ending.
The way stars themselves succumb to ticking time
as if extinguishing eternity with perfection.