Moon, moon

tell me,

what does the wind say

when it sends itself through

through trees and hair and clouds

tell me,

what does the ocean say

when it sends our bottles on

on to him or her or someone else

tell me,

what does the rain say

when it pitter-pats or pours

pours down panes and drains and cheeks

tell me,

what does the moon say

when it drapes our night in light

light and glow and shifting shapes

{photograph: moon, moon}

© kimberly k taylor