FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

it is the moss
silently growing on the side of the stone
that makes the stone
alive

in the same manner that waters that
keep on running on the dry bed makes
a river resurrected after a long
death in drought

the clouds make the sky breathe
and sail to another ocean

we make the house live some more
for when we are there
the infesters of the wood and
the thatch shy away and surrender

it is our laughter,  the cries of children
the woes of old men, the moans of the
newly weds, and
the marches of men and women
along the streets that we abandon

that make this world take another chance
of spinning
alive, moving, shaking.