The sun is coming.
No amount of desire to keep you in my vision
will prevent you from slipping away into the morning sky.
Maybe the moon tree will snag you so you won’t leave.
“There are two kinds of people,”
said the rebbe.
“Sun people only know what their eyes can see.
Moon people also know, and see, what their eyes cannot see.”
I know, in spite of what my eyes tell me,
that there aren’t enough branches
in the moon tree to snag you.
I also know, in spite of what my eyes tell me,
that you’re not going anywhere.