rest a while

some strange new dance
is coming to you

along with a
clattering wheel or two,
and the milk of new love songs

sit and wait for them,
disguised as a moon
behind a tree

sit,
wait...

and try to move
your feet
when they
arrive

Michael Joseph Ferguson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/disguised-as-a-moon-behind-a-tree/