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