Pier 21 Prompt Response

I sip moonbeams around midnight
stretch out and sigh
I am
seen.
Mother Moon, what
can you
mean?
Why does no one
wisdom
glean?

This is my response to this month’s Pier 21 Prompt: “Zeno Zenith.” A mixture of musing on this week’s Supermoon and the upcoming USA presidential election led to this little poem.You still have until the 21st to participate in this writing challenge, so come on over! I’ve linked the prompt below.