Wishing on the Moon

I'm wishing on the Moon.
Hoping that its cool, pastel dust can sift across the world
and calm those below.
Hoping that its skim-milk rivers can wash the fanatical angers below away
with a flood of lavender, violet and cerulean blue.
With its tenacity, the Moon could tendril calm
into the very nostrils of rage,
into the sinus pockets holding that abscess,
sequester it in a rivulet of the Moon's tears and bear it away to evaporate
on the desert's sand.

Kathleen
11/11/2003