I watch how the moon sits in the sky
and stares down at me
like I owe it something.
It tells me of the ancient people.
The children of the earth play around their father
as we sit in peace,
as the pendulum swings
from the wood in which we live
to the cities we die.
In every blinding vision
a blast of snow
turns the earth to crystal.
Now I think I know
what Shiva’s thinking
as the moon watches me in the night.
Talmadge Canty
Southwestern High School
Winner 2002 Lotus Press Prize Article# 617, Created Nov. 18, 2005 :: Last Update: Jun. 5, 2009
