Night

Watching and reckoning at the secret
schemes of squash tendrils.
If you could only thrill and rush time
you would see how agile
and swift and excited they are
like skirmishing crabs and spiders
trying to grab and embrace and own the moon.
Despite all this
the moon is just peaceful
and quite unmoved in its sacred domain
staring down blankly on me and asking to itself
what wonderment I might possibly have in my mind.

     

Copyright 2008 by Papa Osmubal