So unMoses
And
nobody
mentioned
my name.
No burning bushes
today.
No calls in the dark.
No visions.
No dreams.
No apparitions.
Who has seen me
fancy wishes?
Who has heard
my unknown lust?
Who knows
what I have written
in the dark?
The stars?
The night clouds?
The moon? God?
Though not
the air take heed
of my presence,
let me
fancy wishes still.
Let the sky
see my folly,
let the leaves
hear my whims,
let the wind
grant my requests
Leave me
to the brain
that mentions
my name.
