In a pastel early morning sky
today the moon was still
silver and lingering.
She was just letting us know
she was not quite finished
calling up the waters
in our blood and tissues,
begging the moisture
in our skin to percolate
and dance on our surfaces
with the luminous air
infused by her pregnancy-
making everything more alive
in the ways of night.
That, or she was just saying,
Goodbye,
tired of her bloom,
when so few notice
the moon anymore.
Poem and Photo:
Copyright © 2018, Sheyorah Aossi
Creature Speak 