most_of_the_moon raze the_other_night, a bird small enough to fit inside the coiled cage of my fist ran across a raised cement block where the sidewalk met the curb. quick, compact steps, interrupted by moments of absolute stillness. i was a thin plank of wood collecting dirt beneath an old park bench. i could see most of the moon behind a thin mist of clouds, but i couldn't see my next move. last_night the moon was bright and pure of heart, made manifest by the most lucid airspace i'd seen in weeks. i was the bulbous body of an ant in constant motion. tonight i'm a loose-limbed legume waiting for a celestial body to show itself so my eyes have something closer to their own size to latch onto. there's nothing just now. but i'm prepared to wait a very long time. 220613 what's it to you? who go blather from