Perspectives on importance, I suppose. 4-13-2021
Infant moon, mere cuticle.
Finger thinking about pointing.
Cheshire cat grin, the stars
but a myriad of thoughts behind the chortle.
Not enough moon to shadow,
just enough to catch raccoon eyes.
Shallow spoon of milky gold;
a sip of celestial soup.
Can you hear the orchestrations
of the universe? Then, hush. Listen.