Super Moon in Aries

I dream nights like these,

Where the wind shifts and pivots

dancing trees to chattering paper laughter-

limbs thrown akimbo,

their applause of swirling leaves eddy and twirl

to shifting patchwork and gingham

strewn restless in abandoned grasses.

I am running-

each step lofts me higher

echoes of reason and gravity left behind.

I am silk over bird bones, cloud dusted stars are my mantle

and the moon sits at my shoulder, whispering secrets-

yesterday's silvered reflections.

I am both more, and less, for hearing.