On a Monday Night
Shimmering shadow of an insect
Across the liquid moon
I lose myself in Monday meditation
Track the silhouette creature shape
Moving through my vision
Loose, liquid, light
As my mood is dark.
Monday night mood,
Nocturnal illusion.
I check my wandering mind
As the delicate shape
Lies still
Next to my thoughts
Shadow on my windowsill.
Copyright © Ginna Wilkerson | Year Posted 2006
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