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.
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