On a Cloudy Night
It’s the face silence makes
of us. The wonder of what
has happened, kept
in a glass case of mind
for clarity on nights
when clouds are a low
growl in the future’s throat.
Doesn’t matter what clears
or drifts or can’t fit in when’s frame.
Every where I look I see our moon.
I love to look and see your poetry.
Always glad to see you, under moon or clouds.