There is a moment
when I feel ocean tongue sloppy kiss my soul
like my dog happy to have me home
when I hear rain drops jigging on my skull –
happy for their fall from cumulus rage
a moment
bringing question without possibility
while watching clouds slow-waltz
in comatose sky
a moment when I realize
I never really knew these clouds at all
a moment
when cool mist on desert skin
becomes just a momentary joy – a tease –
like winter’s day that begs to stay
through summer’s torment
a moment that comes
from the crater of me – a darkness –
wanting only moon as salve
I don’t know where god is
but these moments must be close
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Love: “I never really knew these clouds at all”
Wowsers!” “from the crater of me – a darkness –
wanting only moon as salve”
Your sensory imagery enhances the abstract elements of this beautiful poem.
a moment when I realize
I never really knew these clouds at all
Sigh, this child of the sixties appreciates this. Joni write it; Judy sang it.
from the crater of me – a darkness –
wanting only moon as salve
I don’t know where god is
but these moments must be close
My heart challenged my pacemaker! It wanted to rebel. “The crater of me” — I get that. “Wanting only moon as salve” — You might not believe this but I think I’ll think of this phrase every darned time I see the moon from here on out!
And the conclusion? Pure genius. What a poem!
I like the repetition of “moment” and how the poem is a great list poem, but also so much more.