Poem: “Questions, Answers” in Tiny Spoon

My poem “Questions, Answers” is included in Issue 8 of Tiny Spoon.

Questions, Answers

O restless midnight, 
what happens
when the moon bends her wrists
and braids silver mist through the trees?

When the moon bends her wrists
and braids silver mist through the trees,
I grow like switchgrass
and stretch out my hands to feel the night.

O wandering spirit, 
what happens
when fireflies lantern your wooded path
and offer you handfuls of cool and wormy earth? 

When fireflies lantern my wooded path
and offer me handfuls of cool and wormy earth,
my heart grows a tangled crab-apple forest,
my hair becomes a pastureland of ripened wheat.

O waiting sunrise, 
what happens
just before you climb up from dawn's well, 
when the grey world is still wet with night? 

Just before I climb up from dawn’s well,
when the grey world is still wet with night,
I dream of burrowing beneath a mulberry’s quiet roots
and listening to the soft incantation of falling leaves.

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