moon-a-phant.

Originally shared by Kevin Walsh

moon-a-phant.

noun age9

a gypsy….a traveler not found in

clothing closets nor behind store windows.

an enormous and lonesome train

dismantled car by car

like the cages unable to bind falling stars,

i’ve become a wanderer of sidewalks

and carpets and stairs.

a soul lost in the riches of present realities

rather than the promise of future rewards.

a lasting silence flowing between my fingers

awaits the directional flow of grey feet on white

moonlike pages…..

I discovered a still ticking clock

inside the rotting trunk

of an old maple tree,

like something liberated from my home town.

I was eight before I turned nine.

I sat in a tree under the evening sky

watching lunar eclipses

I once watched from the windows of taxi cabs

as I flew from one meeting to the next.

I wore a tie,

actually the tie wore me…

it wore me down.

now I wear a trunk

and enormous gray feet steeped

in dirt and squished flowers.

(thank you Marcelo Risso, and my sister Tamrico :))))