Thursday, September 24, 2015

Letter to the moon


In the palm of one hand, a ship. Above the ship, a star.

In the palm of the other hand — but there is no other hand.

And so how, you ask, will I escape my loneliness?

And your face grows dark.



2 comments:

Jan said...

You write magic, William, with just a hint of mystery~

William Michaelian said...

You write kindness, Jan, with a generous helping of love.