Elephants Worship the Moon, by Jaclyn Foster

Elephants worship the moon

Or so I've been told, waving

branches and boughs in their holy places.

The moon never answers back,

of course,

but across the oceans I smile, and donate

to that wildlife fund again,

not wanting the moon worship to stop.

Tonight I will climb into my bed and whisper

prayers to a God who doesn't whisper back

And I wonder if across the stars some Being

chuckles at my innocence, and moved

to Beneficence, does what they can

and tonight the moon waxes in my name.