Long Night Moon

Bodies of water with a menace of teeth
beneath the surface. 

Silvered arms of trees, unleafed, suggest 
a longing for taxonomy— 

How to remember origins, 
where we began. 

Trace them back to the root.

And farther back,
past the level of groundwater—

where there's less evaporation in deeper 
layers of soil. 

While we're asleep, our hearts 
send telegrams into the frozen skies.