Fingernail Moon

Fingernail moon
Floating high on
Charcoal sky
Illuminating
Life’s fragility

D'you ever
Imagine
What it’s like
To live down here?

The sound
Of a thousand
Treecreepers
Is waking up
A long, hot
Aching Spring night

Someone is
Duelling with
The shadows
Of himself
In a dark
And forgotten
Alley

While someone else
Takes out the trash
For the
He’s-lost-count
How many time

A child
Tries to sleep
On a rough
Street curb

While a mother
Tries to
Work out
How she’ll feed
Everyone

A farmer
Tries to make
Peace with the
End of rain

While a sister
Hasn’t heard
From a brother
In she-doesn’t-know
How long

A tree
That gave shade
To a hundred people
Is being uprooted
From its home

While a baby just
Opened its lungs
For the very first time

Someone
Got kissed
Again

While a seedling
Pushed its
Head above the soil

A wave
Crashed hard
Upon the land
Again

While an egg
Cracked open
And let something
Living out
From its inside

It’s complicated
Living down here
On the ground
Sometimes

Noisy, messy
Beautiful, dirty
Tactile, heavy
Heartfelt, confusing
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And so
I wonder
What you see
From up there
Through the glow
Of your thin
And perpetual light