Elephants Worship the Moon, by Jaclyn Foster
Elephants worship the moon
Or so I've been told, waving
branches and boughs in their holy places.
The moon never answers back,
but across the oceans I smile, and donate
to that wildlife fund again,
not wanting the moon worship to stop.
Tonight I will climb into my bed and whisper
prayers to a God who doesn't whisper back
And I wonder if across the stars some Being
chuckles at my innocence, and moved
to Beneficence, does what they can
and tonight the moon waxes in my name.