Tonight, the wind blows gently
outside my window
crickets in my lawn
are silent like spellbound spectators.
Even the sea waves look pensive
in their romance and dance
on the nearby beach.
This year’s May Flower Moon
seems to hold every thing in awe
of her beauty, splendor and light.
How powerful!
How subtle!
Tonight, the moon appears
to be the only performer
like a singer oozing magical vibes
as she lights up the night skies
above blooming flowers on my island.
But, ah, the scents, sights and dances
are not the same everywhere!
From Indus to Ganges,
to Black Sea, the Mediterranean
and the parched African lands
birds and flowers perform
a different dance
to a different tune
as they crave a healing touch–
a streak of light,
a puff of fresh air.
What on Earth are we doing?
Flying missiles,
raining down bombs,
sending plumes
clusters of fumes
sighs into the skies.
Tonight, will we heed
May Flower Moon’s song,
be respectful to Mother Earth?
Let us, at least, make a new start.
Let us clear our throats
commune heart-to-heart
see through the fog and smog.
Perhaps, we could still
cleanse our souls,
reclaim our voice.
The moon beckons
Earth awaits.
