i peer at the moon
above the maple trees, glowing
with light, waxing with near fullness
[i want to be her]
in the room, i continue my search
for that missing
family photo frame decades old,
misplaced red & festive jars
as if my tired hands are Christmas
lights, coaxing the warmth out
of the cold winter night
my energies spent
blank_blank_blank
e-shopping carts empty
blank_blank_blank
i sit
on the chair,
turning to my comforts:
reading & writing
immersed in the fictional world
a phrase lingers
a word flares up
a poetic line shimmers with familiarity
and behold,
my fingers are pressing the keys
& trying to capture the
tide's ebb and flow
[i spawn the ocean-
i paint moon flowers pure as snow-
i seed the red soil
with chameleon dust & sunflowers]-
there is a shock of silver, a falling
star
& the certainty:
inside me, a universe
moving in rhythm
& ever
abundant
Note: I woke up early early morning to see a flash of a falling light outside the window, which I like to believe is a falling star.
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics: Epiphany in the Time of Holiday with guest host - Dora. The virtual pub doors open at 3pm EST.
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