Amy Huffman

The Mistress of Carrots Captured Me

 

on my way to visit the moon.  She recognized my glowing,

offered me an olive

                                 branch (as she was a daughter

of the dawn).  I took it, gratefully, offered her a cosmopolitan

in return.  We drank them in remedial silence 

until the universe hiccupped, allowed us a moment of stasis

where we were able to breathe

                                                 and perceive each other in shadowless sight.

Her smile was strangely midnight.  My eyes were visions of light.

THE COURTSHIP OF WINDS

© 2015 by William Ray