I dig for nothing tonight. <br />No stars. I cannot find <br />The constant moon. <br />I could write about the moon <br />Which cradles high <br />In my mind's glass shelf <br />Of video memory. <br />But would my words <br />Trace his dimples accurately? <br />Could I muse for a mass <br />Which isn't by me? <br />Which comes and leaves <br />And takes my thoughts? <br />Would it be poetry? <br />Would it be a Komunyakaa? <br /> <br />I don't believe it would. <br />No. I have written about the moon. <br />It has followed me home <br />Like a floating dream pet <br />When I was ten. I never named it. <br />Even then, I knew it could never be mine. <br />I would dig a look into the sky <br />To test his faith to me. <br />Then I would look away <br />Knowing it proved nothing. <br /> <br />But tonight, I find him missing. <br />This is why I cage the things <br />I couldn't risk losing- <br />My tears. My words. <br />My embrace. <br />This is why- <br />So under a vacant night, <br />I wouldn't have to dig.<br /><br />Masiela Lusha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-dig-for-nothing/
