Across the Alphabet

Firefly Night - Taeeun Yoo

Every day we look for words
to say what we want to say,
but the words hold still,
silent
and instead we are left
with an unfulfilled ache,
the same ache one feels
when seeing the moon
in the sky, bright, brightening,
and round, rounding, with
a pale shimmer around itself
and a cold star at its south,
silent
and again there is more waiting,
waiting for words to come again,
build constellations in the dark,
but there--again--is nothing


Written: 8/27/10