By: Sophia Nelson
The unseen moon’s marionette
reaches up and sinks down
with no mind for the
arms and fins that cut it
and break its surface foam.
you may ask why
in seizing undertows
it suspends your movements,
yanks your hands in paralysis
that you may not shield
your mind’s thin shell
but cares for nothing.
not you,
only the widening slopes of the moon.