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
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