Wolf Moon (poem)

Basking in her fullness, I say to the moon,

“In your light, I am infinite.”

On the wind she replies,

“You are always infinite.”

“How can that be,” I laugh, “For I am only skin & bone.”

“You have love, my dear.”

I hear her sigh,

“Through this, you are interminable.”

-K.Ezzell 1/28/2021