moon graced the tops of the palms, bade my soul
to separate, to congregate with the
others – the ones in that tranquil state but
distant ungodly fury – my fears, the
sadness spinning out of control caused me
to pause, reflecting that my dull spirit
was longing to follow the ones at peace.
their fingers mingling, reaching for my own.
realize mine are cold and trembling far from
and missing home, demanded my spirit
to stay. confused, it turned around – followed
the birds that just took flight under the light
of the new year’s moon, cause even the birds
know when danger is imminent, flapping
up with wings that covered their heads. catch a
glimpse of their pink bones through veils of strength. I
follow those pleas for mercy, their clues, and
make my way back, my bleary ghost and all.
