poem!

Finally decided which poem I want to post:

The moon drops one or two feathers into the fields.
The dark wheat listens.
Be still.
Now.
There they are, the moon's young, trying
Their wings.
Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow
Of her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is gone
Wholly, into the air.
I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe
Or move.
I listen.
The wheat leans back toward its own darkness,
And I lean toward mine.
-James Wright

Seemed like the right sort of poem for finishing my abridged profile for the discernment class. I'm not sure I'm as good at listening as James Wright. I'm also not sure whether I identify more with the narrator or with the moon's young. Do you identify with any of the characters in the poem?

The elder tree is an interesting part of the poem. It reminds me of a Hans Christian Andersen story about a lady in an elder tree that sprung from a teapot, one of my favorites.

I'm thinking of asking my clearness committee what I'm supposed to be doing here at ESR, but somewhat worried that will come off as combative. Thoughts?