Last Night’s Moon


Pure, clean, bright—

Earth’s moon rose over my fence and

As it rose it blessed earth
With its soft, pure, clean, bright light.


But did this pocked country

Of mountains, deserts, and oceans  rise?

Was it not earth’s turning creating

An illusion of rising?

Surely this pure, clean, bright moon

Has its own unique path in the vast orrery

That spreads way beyond my mind.

I will that last night’s moon

Was and is and will be a gift presented by

Earth and moon turning,

In harmony,

Each breathing deeply of this January night.


--January 27, 2013