i spent last evening constructing a tool out of discarded wood, chicken wire and duct tape. i figure if i fashion a long enough handle i can catch that waning moon.
i've chased her up city stairs and down boulevards, up abandoned avenues and across crowded streets, but at dawn she disappears quietly into day.
i've tried folding pieces of her into my pocket but alas when i return she's long gone as though she slipped through the imaginary hole that so many words and feelings fall through.
this morning i woke to research treks through nepal, days of quiet meditation and sweeping views. i'm no closer to nepal than i am the moon.