Moon in the Bucket, Gabriel Okara
This past weekend the moon was full and unusually luminous in the summer sky. It is strange to think of the moon, in its gentle silence, looking down upon us all as it arcs across morning, noon, and night. We are all equal underneath its gaze. And yet the reflection of the moon is distorted, impure, and unclean in the waters of our own pollution. Can the dancing moon inspire us with its gentle silence? Can the rhythmic peace of the night wind grant a solace that stills the million hates? Look at the dancing moon. Dance with the moon in all its floating pureness.
Todd Breyfogle, Denver, Colorado