Poems by
Francis Alapatt


a poem by Francis Alapatt

How often on a warm
sultry night
have you wanted
to clamber up
a moon beam, escape
into the sky
skip higher and higher,
from star to star?

And from high up
look down on little
twirling reflectively in
soft moonlight.
A tiny speck lost amidst
brilliant jewels

And wonder why
you waited
so long?