rest a while
some strange new dance
is coming to you
along with a
clattering wheel or two,
and the milk of new love songs
sit and wait for them,
disguised as a moon
behind a tree
sit,
wait...
and try to move
your feet
when they
arrive
Michael Joseph Ferguson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/disguised-as-a-moon-behind-a-tree/
