After the Clouds Passed
The weekenders all left by seven
so I stand as one this evening
on the cabin’s cedar deck
just me and the super moon
bonding, naked to the lake
Crickets chatting with frogs
trees moving to the wind’s whispers
soft smacks of waves on dock boards
and a feral cat pining for friends
who won’t return for another five days
It’s all readable in stars I can finally see
we share them, the gray and I
our skins cooled by white beams
that caused the birds to sleep before us.
Who knew this is how it worked?
That there must be one man, one cat,
some reptiles, insects, wind and waves,
and a super moon shining through oak leaves
to make us all silhouettes
in a community of silver
@2024 Aaron Williams
Published by Zoetic Press, Nonbinary Review, Issue 38, Rituals
