I dig for nothing tonight.
No stars. I cannot find
The constant moon.
I could write about the moon
Which cradles high
In my mind's glass shelf
Of video memory.
But would my words
Trace his dimples accurately?
Could I muse for a mass
Which isn't by me?
Which comes and leaves
And takes my thoughts?
Would it be poetry?
Would it be a Komunyakaa?
I don't believe it would.
No. I have written about the moon.
It has followed me home
Like a floating dream pet
When I was ten. I never named it.
Even then, I knew it could never be mine.
I would dig a look into the sky
To test his faith to me.
Then I would look away
Knowing it proved nothing.
But tonight, I find him missing.
This is why I cage the things
I couldn't risk losing-
My tears. My words.
My embrace.
This is why-
So under a vacant night,
I wouldn't have to dig.
Masiela Lusha
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