MOON SCREECH
Moon screeches across the sky-
Chalk on board,
Ice dust on the wind.
Layered circumspection
Is no wiser than
Reckless certainty.
Inside me
Scream a thousand
Small possibilities
Extirpated, snuffed out.
Inside me
A thousand more arise
Radiant effulgence,
Birth smiles.
It will take
No time at all.
It will take no time
To wipe all this away.
Swept clear,
So fragile
This dream.
simonhlilly 