Collected - Jen Acacia Mittelstadt

The moss glows. 

The small hairs catch the sedated afternoon light,

each ray refracted

into a tiny aura.

 

I think I would like to live as this moss does,

eating the sunshine

until I emit a glimmer too.

 

The moss and I incandescent,

feasting on the creeping sunset,

quiet and

dense like felt in the evening.