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