Double Blessing

a setting sun
in the west
feather clouds
flame pink-gold
over a waveless sea
glasslike
in its stillness
so blue
it disappears
into its transparency

at the same instant
to the east
sitting on the tip
of the mountain peak
a gossamer full moon
a globe of pale orange juice
peeks over the mountain
as though trying to decide
if it’s time to rise

and you wish you were a creature
akin to the chameleon
whose eyes are independent
so that the left could see the sunset
the right could see the moon
and the brain would view both
simultaneously
and your neck could stop
this impossible craning