It’s midnight and a disheveled woman

stops me on the street

 

by Franki Elliot

 

 

It's midnight and a disheveled woman stops me on the street

& says, ‘There’s a full moon tonight & I can’t find it. I’m going to call the police and

ask them where it is.”

 

I look up and immediately find it, unmistakeable as always. “Look.”

I point & her head of white hair turns toward the sky & I watch solace fill the

wrinkles in her face.

 

As I walk away, I think about how I may not have found love tonight in the corner

booth with the lawyer 

& I may not know why the cactus flowers only bloom at night 

& I may not have answers to the many things that leave me empty.

 

But tonight I found the moon

& it was rich with both mystery and the milk of human kindness 

& I’ve got to count that as a victory, 

even if it’s a small one.