How do moths communicate?
I wonder,
peering across the way,
in another time,
in the woods,
in the shroud of a crowded cafe,
which doesn't exist…
not yet,
for you,
to meet a ghost like me,
but we fly in tandem,
inextricably bound,
by the light,
by the sound,
by the sea.
I'm calling out to you,
an echo of your actions,
with so many stories to tell,
and I know you can't hear me,
as you silently build me,
but I feel you wishing me well,
circling, circling, circling,
the sun,
the moon,
light bulbs and headlamps,
port towns,
city streets,
bridges and exit ramps,
until our dusty wings can take no more.
About the Creator
Dee Yazak
A technical and science writer by trade that dabbles in poetry (and occasionally fiction) for fun. Her poetry focuses on themes of aimlessness, nostalgia, and the loose, delicate threads of human connection.
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