the fox was calling through the morning
talking to the moon
behind a light veil of transparent clouds
telling
that there is no such thing
as illegitimate pain
no matter how invisible
it might be
no matter how unjustified
it might seems
the moon
peaceful in its completion
listening thoroughly
to every layer of lamentation
reminding gently
how there is a time to be full
as there is a time to be new
and all of it
is true