Is it opportune to call the sun and then
behead the moon?
what does not taste of morning will not
bake your thoughts
as you tire of the rains, but you can never
be sure of this –
to be sure, build your canoe & set it on
fire – you can then
watch the sea burn with the want of an antelope
tired after the hunt –
the mist of being sure is ahead of the moon
and you can then
call the sun & cry till your heart is dry –
You 2nd person you
🙂 🙂
Love it mossy ❤
🙂 Thanks Mun
I wonder if you wrote this poem straight out, or wrote bigger and pared it down.
oh, and … It resonates bigly.
Straight out… primed by a couple of T’ang poems , Eduardo Galeano and a native American folktale; trying these days to find resonance with the larger climate crisis.
Thanks 🙂