Plethora
Running rivers of possibilities.
Turb flows of repentance.
Warm showers of perhaps.
Wet buckets of expectations.
Sigh.
Water, like life,
is everything at once.
I saw
a thick nest of spider web
holding yesterday’s rain
between the roots of a maple
and browned with age
I am pulling cobwebs like these
out the grooves of my brain
These cobwebs are weavings of
what tired bones pray
I fold them like laundry
take them down from the line
I tell them I love you
Tell them goodbye
Tell them thank you
for holding up all this time
O radiant moon, you light up the night
as you orbit the earth on your monthly flight
With no light of your own you reflect the sun’s light
and sunlight and shadows make you different each night
Sometimes you’re full, and sometimes you’re new
Two full moons in one month makes the second one blue
Blue in name only, you’re not sad or blue
It’s only a phase that you’re going through
When you reach your last quarter mark, you’re only half seen
But you have been waxing, then waning, with a full moon in between
Growing and shrinking at a steady pace,
We have always been able to see your bright face
There’s a Cheshire Cat smiling in a far distant tree
Is it really a cat, or your crescent moon I see?
Waxing and waning with a steady glow
What hidden knowledge could that mischievious cat know?
