Where do they live, these illuminated
nocturnal creatures, who robbed themselves of
the last quarter moon from their corner of the sky, to make canes of light
for those who were limping in the dark
where do they live, these beautiful
aquatic livings, who got off Noah's Ark, to make room
for the homeless
where do they live, these
riverlike beings who, by last will, left living water
for those who were Wordthirsty
where
do these winged people live and how come
they built these big nests
in these small hearts
of ours?