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Waxing

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on October 11, 2021| 8 Comments »



Moon broken, my son said
when he was two,
and he pointed east
to the quarter moon.
Mommy fix it.

He believed I could.
I wanted to believe it, too,
wanted to believe
I could fix any broken thing—

the loose button on a doll,
the ripped page in a book,
a scraped up knee,
a tattered dream.

Tonight I gaze
at the low crescent moon.
I have lost my belief
in fixing.

Count me among
the broken things.
And my son is gone.
And my son is gone.
And the beautiful moon slips lower
into the almost dark.

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Imagine

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on February 28, 2021| 1 Comment »


driving south
through the mountains
watching the moonrise—
 
and around each corner,
thrilling as it rises again, again, again,
feeling luckier each time—
 
meeting the self
like that

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On a Full Moon Night

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on February 27, 2021| 2 Comments »




The three-note song of the owl
opens the night
with a single repeated note.
Hoo hoo hoo.

Listening for the song again,
I find myself opening to silence.
Then there it is:
Hoo hoo hoo.

Scientists say
the owl is sending a message:
This is mine,
my territory, my space.
But instead of being repelled,
I’m pulled in.

I sing back to the owl
three resonant notes.
Hoo hoo hoo.
Not to stake my territory.
More out of admiration
for the power of a simple song.

It teaches me to trust
what is artless,
how sometimes simplicity
is what allows others, like me,
to sing along.

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Permission

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on December 30, 2020| 5 Comments »


 
Funny on a full moon night
I think about brokenness.
After fifty years of proving
entropy with my life, with
my thoughts, some part of me
still wants to believe in perfection.
I’ve never once thought the moon
any less perfect for being partial.
Tonight, I give myself permission
to be broken. As if I could help it.
But something in the permission
lets me relax, lets me soften
as if I’m covered with moon-drunk snow.
Lets me soften like Erik Satie played low.
Let me see you, the moon seems to say,
just as you are. And I step outside
and the moon slips in.
  

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One Illumining

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on June 27, 2020| Leave a Comment »

 

 

midnight walk

even my silence

reflects the moonlight

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One Almost Light

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on February 13, 2020| Leave a Comment »

 

 

reaching into the dark

the underside of the moon

reaching darkly back

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One More Moon Poem (How Many Moon Poems Can One Woman Write??)

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on October 14, 2019| Leave a Comment »

 

 

amber moon rise—

the heart, as if seeing it for the first time,

gives a standing ovation

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Letter to Emily in October

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on October 13, 2019| Leave a Comment »

They say you left your house just once

in your last fifteen years—

you slipped alone through veil of night

to see a new-built church.

And rumor says the moon was full

when you escaped your walls—

you had no need for candlelight,

the evening led you well.

Tonight round shines the Hunter’s moon—

so dazzling is the dome

that all the world feels like a church

and night itself a poem.

Perhaps that’s what you understood

and lost your need to leave—

each room, each place is holy

and has a gift to give.

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Awake at Midnight

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on February 20, 2019| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

The snow was light and the moon was near full,

and the shovels skated across the drive.

 

The rest of the world was asleep

except for the shoveler and her shovels and the moon.

 

The snow was light and her thoughts were quiet,

quiet like leafless cottonwood trees

 

with branches that tangled with the forward moon.

There are nights when though we are alone

 

we are not alone,

nights when the darkness doesn’t seem so dark,

 

nights when our work feels not like work

and we step out of our homes, then out of ourselves,

 

and we are somehow unsurprised

by the way everything shines.

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One Stuck

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on February 18, 2019| Leave a Comment »

 

 

I argue yes, no,

yes, no, yes, no, yes, meanwhile

the moon finds more light

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