I've Got to Wait Here For Your Moon to Turn Blue
The chase is what matters, she said.
The phrasing of questions, the gathering of charms.
The feeling that something is on the way.
The haunting and sounding out.
I don't understand, I told her.
And her hips swayed. And she danced to the sounds that only she could hear.
And I listened. And it took a long time.
But eventually the sounds came through.