Poetry

Premonition

I always watch the man on the moon

As he awaits his eternal sunshine...

Always looking happily at the other side of the universe...

I so quietly wonder how.

Tonight was different—

Tonight, he responded to my whispered inquisitions

And although I knew he spoke a different language,

His words were transcribed by

The small bits of moon dust that powdered the roof of my thoughts as he spoke.

"Your success is your premonition of the shooting stars that you see in your dreams."

Just then...

I was awakened by the sun.