For A Yaqui Who Served in Vietnam
New moon
unseen
hidden in daytime sky
aligned with earth and sun
waiting for high tide,
secrets to escape
foreign prisoners desperate
to find the way home.
Waning crescent moon
in February chill
you remind me
of someone from another time
forgotten dreams buried
deep in frozen earth
untouched love
waiting for solace.
Quarter moon
smile again
in the season of the
jasmine bloom
sweet remembrance
purity of chance
your reflection
in the swollen harbor.
Grandmother moon
full faced in
August dark
teach us the
curve of the river
where wild blackberries ripen
and juice pours
down your chin.
6 thoughts on "For A Yaqui Who Served in Vietnam"
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Rich images in these turns of the moon. The last images, hope-filled. Beautiful poem.
I appreciate this so much. Pleased you felt the hope. Thank you.
I like the Yaqui from the words, especially those imaging nature throughout.
Thank you. I appreciate your kind words.
You have such a gift for brevity and simplicity that result in wonderful images. Love the blackberry juice running down the chin at the end. That action gives the poem forward motion and keeps it going.
I appreciate your insight. I am happy to read you sensed the forward motion at the end. Thanks so much.