Eclipse of the Super Blue Blood Moon

super blue blood moonIn your uncanny orb of night, join these
Gathered ingredients of earth and sky,
Bold eremite of the winter season.
Blushing argent cheeks with ancient red wine
In the darkling hour of your silent
Transfiguration: Let the pot boil.

Hue with bodies heaving spells the spicy
Concatenation of your churning dish.

Accept the earthly shadow and resist not
The wondrous gravity of the moment.
With light and dark thy destined orbit’s marked.

Wax gibbous and grow a pregnant shaping
Of some image towards unfurled freedom

From that uncooked root called fear, a toxin
Spreading through the whole like soured liquid

And festering, sinks a sumptuous stew–
The more ingested, the more hunger too.

Now the lunatic transmutation made
Not by magic, nor with wand of wizard
But by channeled heat and moves cathartic.

Stir with patience the hearty blend within
Until all poison into sweetness changed.

Behold a new fruit, orb oracular!
Transliberating itself down the west
By and through and with that which holds it all.
A Peach, vigorous belly earthbound bent
And bruised. — Merely emblem of its ripeness.

Pluck it from the sky! Break your holy fast
With holy hunger and greet the dawn with
A wild and boisterous jubilance:
Sun in one hand, the moon in the other
With nectar dripping down your canny face.

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Moon Shadows

IMG_6395Two little lunar poems inspired by our time last night hanging with the moon. I know these words are just fingers pointing, as Rumi said, yet the moon is pointing back.

Turns out we can’t
catch our moon shadows
even if we walk backwards
moonwalking
it follows us
relentlessly
So we play with them
forming hearts with our arms
as if to say:
you too are welcome here

———

this celestial theater
is good company

I feel in my bonds
bonded to her
sitting far away
on the other side of the mountains
bathing in the same light tonight

And to you all
as if mesmerized by a campfire in the sky
remembering what it means
to belong and wonder
Finding our own pace

and to coyote
who at midnight sings his aria
so we join in the lunacy

and to sun
wanting to be with us so bad
reaches out across 93 million miles
and touches the skin of Sister Flower in the garden of the sky

on nights like this
when the moon comes out to play
Loneliness doesn’t exist

One Wild World of Belonging

IMG_6374Day 60, Experiment 124: Another evening in the forest, and a forest evening in me, the eternal song.

Sword ferns
slink into shadows
as the day descends
ducking away from the moon
making my tea taste
rather lunarly

It lingers
on my tongue
with sharp clarity

like the owls saluting
the darkness sinking
into insects serenading
bats 🦇
swimming on the wings of the evening
around the bay laurels,
lending their sweet breath
to the sunset symphony
speaking truth into
this one wild world
of belonging

Knock on the Moon (Full Moon #6)

IMG_4305Once more I step into the sky
and knock on the moon:

“Knock Knock.”

“Anybody home?”

“Would you like to come out and play?”

No answer

Turns out there’s no door on the moon
Number of entry points: zero
Only craters that masquerade as doors

the moon is a unified solid mass
a moving mystery
who reveals herself in phases

And bereft of water

That’s what the earth is for
and why it is misnamed:
should be called Planet Water

Do you ever wonder what would happen if
some stray drop of water
from an earthbound tide
would be drawn to orbit
and slowly seep into a tiny crack in the surface
and find its way downward
into the heart of the moon?

where a memory of that ancient collision
remains buried in the bones of her lunar body
that awful planetary cataclysm that birthed her
and split the primordial union with her mother?

It’s amazing how long a hard rock
can go without water

It’s amazing what water can do
given enough time

For now, a crater is as deep as one can go
with no doorways to knock upon