artwork: ralph murre
Moon
Poem
by
CX Dillhunt
It’s
not binoculars, telescope, any eyes you need
to
see the moon in motion —
it’s
ears — hear the moon slowly
grinding
to
a halt
at
each boundary — surely,
a
heavenly body wants to please
—
to sing, to hear
movement
—
to
stop
to
go endlessly, boundlessly precisely — wants us to
hear
the clicking clacking clocking along
attaching
to
horizon after
horizon
— with you
the
time to
listen
~
previously published in Double Six (Endeavor
Publishing)
