Politic

Half a moon in the sky, suspended
as an earring from the tree.

And the mind flies to make a perch
out of meaning—

Meaning choices have been made,
between some idea of ornament

and an idea of loss; between the card
of membership and the polite

rejection. Diplomacy:
the faintly vibrating net

electric in the gap. Or
all that will ever remain unsaid.

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.