On a Moonlit Night

peering on the window, water apple leaves sway with the breeze, dancers of the night in green veined fingers cast quirky shadows against the cream-colored concrete walls beneath them, i turn to the porcelain cup in my hands, whirling the tinted water of fresh picked tea leaves now invisible under steam before lushing up to quench my thirst i gaze up again and marvel as succulent water apples bounce forth and back from their wellspring like little children playing tug-of-war it's an ingenuous spectacle of swollen receptacles and callyces on chlorophyll clothes woven with corky axillary branches on a night like this nature's cellulose creatures are my gentle reminder on living alive-- undaunted, free and happy despite the tribulations of time