Full moon haiku stack

Full moon is out there
confounding society
with mad gravity,

sucking the water
we carry around with us
out of our brain pans,

causing us to clash,
to confront unconsciously
ourselves and others.

Streets and sidewalks now
under its influence are
bumping arenas.

Close calls confound us.
Confrontational pinballs,
clueless lunatics,

we pretend all’s well
as the moon’s wry loony swell
amplifies our hell.

Gunny sacks get dumped,
conversations escalate
to ultimatums.

Old relationships
are re-evaluated
on a cosmic scale.

Innocuous jokes
suddenly conceal meanings.
All is amplified

just because a speck
of spinning satellite dust
stares without blinking.

Perhaps it is time
to let awareness guide us
and ride out the tides,

and humor help us
deflate the dark energy
and wake up alive.