abecedarian for the moon in the pond under my window
attain that soaring stargazy dream born to spite fairytales and wells and monkeys who could not capture you—among a deaf embrace of night, of dark, of two lovers’ escape—I hope you have already taken flight, a mother-of-pearl liberated from its place in the gulf of stars. rise and sink and rise and sink and hold yourself in your beauty, swayed by tides I cannot hear, cannot see, cannot bring myself to believe. but do not jest and say you are free when I see you still with the deathly kiss of midnight upon your brow, the unwitting loon sundering you in two—must you meld yourself together again in its wake, not out of pity, nor out of love? when the fairytales failed to obtain you, restrain you, condemn you to the power of the night, when your existence quieted the earths and seas and heavens, when the jade rabbit claimed you for herself—see not a shivering porcelain bowl in the pond under my window but a being tenderly rising like an airship above the silhouetted treeline, unaffec...
