christian poetry

stuff of the moon
did you ever see an alligator
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
in september
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
why then, must we see?
i am the wind that wavers
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
she knows a cheap release
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
when the wind works against us in the dark
mysterious night