by Ted Amsden
the other night
the moon was at a height
it held the sway of night
upon the water it spoke
none were there to listen but I
the moon
was at its height and upon the water
speaking
none were listening but I
the moon was
and I upon the water was the reflecting
splintering
wandering
waves of light
and we three the moon the water and I
were inside the night which was larger than the three of us
and who without being asked gave way to a deepness without end
where the moon
the water
and I were held at a height
but none of that mattered because
we were dancing the moon and water and I
enamoured I offered them my consciousness
they of course unmoved declined
but I was content for we held each other in perfection of space
the moon the water the night
and I
— from Juniper Volume 1, Issue 2