Friday, October 21, 2011

The Moon

                                                                                                                                                           Moon, I lost
                                                                                                                                            you, for awhile,
                                                                                                                                as dark and
                                                                                                                    terrified nights
                                                                                                            of wrath shamed
                                                                                                     me blamefully.  And,
                                                                                              of course, fear, my
                                                                                         pale sibling twin, was 
                                                                                   there too, limping home,
                                                                              wordless.  But, suddenly,
                                                                         the other day, while I aimed
                                                                     my wait, you came back to
                                                                  me, glowing like a ghost,
                                                              fervent bright, like a fever
                                                             of white love, gulped too fast,
                                                           brimming relief in spades.
                                                         A bit of shade, thank god.
                                                       Where had your cryptic orb
                                                      been all this time?  Why had
                                                      I lost you, barren terrain
                                                     mindlessed to no avail?
                                                     Why had I been so blind and dull,
                                                    mute, a portrait blank?
                                                     I wasted myself, but, Moon,
                                                      you interrupted like cataracts,
                                                      gratefully – now, all at once,
                                                        you seek me, and then hide
                                                         my ruminating, frightened
                                                          foibles, lies; the leftover
                                                             anguish that is just and
                                                                only mine.  You are the 
                                                                   shift in me, the space of cool
                                                                       within the shadow of
                                                                          my endless nights --
                                                                              gilded whims of distant
                                                                                   thought, alight.  You 
                                                                                        know me, Moon,
                                                                                             as a mother knows
                                                                                                       its hopeful womb,
                                                                                                               and you enter me
                                                                                                                          eternal, waxing
                                                                                                                                           full, and


  1. Sarah -
    I am quite blown away by your beautiful poem! I am so inspired! thank you so much for sharing this. It is so powerful and a wonderful reflection of the souls struggle - illuminated by the light of the moon that waxes and wanes inside of us. Wowwww!!!! I loved it! Kirsten