Heliotropism

This winter

The plants in my bedroom turned

To face the morning suns.  

Tonight, they face the reflected light of the sun

In the face of the full moon.

I stand behind them in the unlit room,

And I find myself listening

To the wordless dialogue

Between poinsettias and the moon,

Geraniums and the moon,

Coleus and the moon,

Philodendron and the moon.

I listen, and when I stop searching for words that do not exist

And never have and never will

Describe the understanding in this silence,

I, like them, find myself

In the moonlight,

The reflected light of the sun

Feeling the magic:

Heliotropism

Wherever you can get it.