after midnight, on January 6, eastern standard time, in The Great Lakes region of the continent of North America, there glowed a Moon Dog, insisting on due witness.
Moon Dog
Category: moon
Harvest Moon, northern hemisphere, 2023
i missed the rise of the
Full Moon last night,
preoccupied in thought
hands busy in work
she missed the rise of the
Full Moon last night
preoccupied in pain
early to bed, early to bed-ridden
i say, i will witness Her tonight
waning only slightly, gibbous,
99, 98 percent
or next month,
with confidence, and guilt
i say, she won’t witness Her tonight,
or next month, or any phase
Zero percent
wondering if she ever considered the Moon,
with confidence, and guilt
the word “full” lingers on beyond the Moon’s illumination
— as relative,
in these lives of ours
dear human, woman,
if you are acquainted with nearly every star in Orion and Canis Major in the Southern Night Sky from the Northern Hemisphere;
& Castor and Pollux have glimpsed you both in and out of your blue pyjamas;
& the Moon spotlights your face like you’re the star of the show, while asleep in bed, insisting you wake up and be both worshipped and worshipper
through your bedroom windows, overlooking a wet meadow, a red dirt road and then some trees,
from a ramshackle, old green house that effortlessly called you in, to hold you, and to hold you down
on this good Earth,
for a short while/
then, dear human, woman,
you are doing fine,
you are fine,
it’s all fine
nothing gold can stay
except your own aurum treasure of a heart
you, above all, know this
so, all you need do,
is keep
keep, keep, keep.
Her Light, her light
it’s mid evening
east of The Lake
and the night is dawning
like a second morning
the Full Moon’s light
in a clearer sky
gleams through the generous panes
of this blessed, old green house
February’s Snow Moon is glowing
in a familiar dance with her beloved Earth//
Sun, their invisible chaperone, is voyeur to their touchless, perfect tango
a family of four deer
mother and children, i think/
are gleaners here tonight
while i consume their Moon play
silent and sitting in the dark, i admire:
coat, tallow, hooves and warm flow of blood
is all that’s between them
and this howling wind and frozen ground
let me mimic their resilience, integrity
i’ve been so weak, so broken this winter
a fractioned shadow, i am disintegrating, disappearing / my light given or grifted away
the limineen | earthling, poet & crone 