[1] Moon. Full. You are down below With your diffused shadow. When will you learn To speak to him?

[2] Voices. Human. What you want to say Requires more than this. You know. Words, like dry leaves, Can’t bear such loads across. He, however, swims in the rivers That rage and froth inside.

[3] Wind. Pushing clouds. You have been floating On this, just air, for years. As you turn to tell someone, Not present, he is nodding.

[4] Memories. Of friends. Now as good as dead. This time Is not that time, gone by, And living inside you. Sniff. He is there, under that rubble. A survivor.

[5] Dawn. Approaching. Moon will soon vanish. You want to follow. But will he not call Out to you? Yearn for Your shade? Wait. Listen.