Repose
In constant repose in view or not, above the atmospheric drama, the moon is unmoved by furious fronts swirled around the globe, unending caravans of flood and drought, dervish disasters spun over twenty-four time zones, if time were a thing, this orb isn't saying tonight, or any other night, harmless cloud play, or hardened dance, assassin of last hopes, or both? With so many hearts lost, we'll know the next time it hides.