John Biscello

Moonman, when will you return?

The world has gone to trembling,

and scattered its once-proud feathers,

we are presently undergoing a plumage crisis

and are in dire need of luminous mending.

Your glyphic signature

remains in the palm of my hand,

remember,

so many moons ago,

when you branded it there,

and promised that you would return

when the time was the time,

and that was that, a cryptic response

which left me baffled.

I am still baffled

by so much,

but I continue to trust

that you will return

to usher in the next wave

of symbols and myths,

plus you’ll re-dress

us in new feathers,

and we, beyond skin and bones

and muscles, will become

the stuff of legend.

(Artwork by Paul Klee)