FULL MOON BLUES
Frustrated with the state of things
I sink my feet beneath the creek
and rub my toes along
the cool stone bed—shadows dancing
overhead. Moonlight like running water.
Silver streams of liquid light.
I look up to see you bathing
in the distance, arms stretched over-
head as if ready to take flight.
Your unexpected presence,
a momentary miracle.
Somewhere in the wood
a wolf howls for home.