If the moon could tap dance, would it flit around the sky
dancing in and out of the clouds instead of letting them drift by it?
Would we hear the music of the spheres they talk about,
or is the moon wearing earphones to hold its music private?
How many feet does the moon have? Are they on one end like ours,
or might the moon be ringed with feet like a caterpillar and
constantly circle as it danced?
If rivers could wish, would they bargain to overflow their rigid banks
and go exploring lands they’ve never seen?
Have they already received what they wished for? The companionship of fish
and the merry song of their water flowing…
Would they wish to be dry for JUST ONE DAY, or are they happy in
their aquatic state? Do they resent the fishermen who take their friends away?
Or are they resigned to fate?
If a sunset could tell you the secrets that it shares with the sky, would it?
Or would it be forever silent on the things it hears from the clouds?
Does it go down to a taproom somewhere below the horizon to meet friends
and laugh about the things it saw during the day?
Is it hard for it to say goodbye to the world it has moved across from dawn to dusk?
What does it know that it keeps silent?
How does it try to say goodbye?