Small moths stir
in the darkness.
I feel their

wings brush my
face, my hands,
remembering the cry

of something unseen.
It is windy
again this morning.


* * *

“Moths” first appeared here in July 2015.



10 thoughts on “Moths

  1. Reading this after a night of whipping wind & rain that took out the power … I went outdoors just as it blew in – air truly charged, charging my curiosity, so many somethings unseen in the dark – the dark of immediate moment and the dark of blown-away memory. Reading this and pondering memories as moth wings that brush by, vanish. Yikes!

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