and he swings his head back and repeats moooon 
moooon and every night we read goodnight moon 
and he points to the stars the cow 

the kittens the red balloon 
the house the mouse the bears 
the chairs the nobody the air 

even though we are inside 
and there is still light reaching in 
through the curtains he arches his body 

back as if he is gazing into a full vault 
of stars as if the roof or walls have suddenly 
dissolved and we are on a dizzy mountain 

he waves his arms around transforming 
inky depictions into helium eating suns 
piercing his mind repeating staaar staaar 

moooon and i say yes the stars yes the moon 
my tiny sorcerer yes they are here 
in this room yes swallow 

as many as you can 

Scott Ferry

As an RN in the great Pacific Northwest, Scott Ferry helps our Veterans heal. In other lives, he taught English and practiced acupuncture. He also serves as Senior Editor at Gleam: Journal of the Cadralor, and his writing appears in American Journal of Poetry, Cultural Weekly, KYSO Flash, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Misfit, Noble/Gas Qtrly, Slippery Elm, Spillway, and Swimming with Elephants, among others.

His third book of poetry, These Hands of Myrrh, is now available from Kelsay Books. His first collection, The only thing that makes sense is to grow, was published by Moon Tide Press in December 2019, and his second, Mr. Rogers kills fruit flies, by Main Street Rag in October 2020.

Author’s website: https://ferrypoetry.com