I did try to rotate this, but it doesn’t seem to be working.
I think this poem is punctuated wrong. I’m pretty sure this is an improper use of a comma. It should be:
where a moth
can shake the sky.
But aside from that, this one’s pretty cool. I feel like a moth a lot. Short-lived, insignificant, kind of annoying. I imagine I’m not the only one. But unlike the average moth, us human-moths are driven to find our puddles, those places where we can shake the sky.
And in the meantime, we beat our wings furiously in the search.