I lay there — changing
beneath
the thin cotton sheets
caught in the threads
of the silver
light
pinpoints
revealing
each letter
upon the pages
I devoured
in the thinness
of the night.

I lay there
absorbed
in the alphabet
constant
an ephemeral Enigma
predicting
into what
I would
with each turn
metamorphosize
wish I may, wish I might
what will I become?

I lay there
wrapped
in the quiet
of the night
a sleeping house
reclaiming
myself
in adventures
in imaginary lands
where two moons
guided
a rejected rabble
and there
I was found
belonged.

I lay there — changed
circumnavigating
my orbit
arrested from my present
into the gravity
of a future
mine
mine alone
thin fragments
of time
layered
upon stories
lived
loved
learned
I have become
pages
stuck together
in the
moonlight.

∞

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt: Day Seventeen: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to stop fighting the moon. Lean in. Accept the moon. The moon just wants what’s best for you and your poems. So yes – write a poem that is about, or that involves, the moon.”