With the weight of decades
With the weight of decades
today has come down
in the clarity of moonlight
over common gardens
and neighbors who dream;
whose curtains are shadow
blots of windblown leaves
swaying in the late night.
Infinite appearances
flood awareness, now dyed
as moonlit visions
but felt as reassurance;
the lawn, a chair, night birds,
laundry in the cool breeze
and the muted whisper
of a sleepless double.
Waxing full I make do
with only thoughts that count,
were prodded over time
and honed into precision
for this lucid lapse in being;
this lunar truth to things
with familiar undertones
of human destiny.
My wandering awareness
fueled by a willful heart
and common words, mind
is traveling the timeless path
of lips that learn to phrase
the harmless teenage lie,
to later talk with women
in their silent fashions.
But in this night, this life
of light reduced to shades,
my coinciding thoughts
flow without emotion;
feeling and its biddings
merge in the silver gloss
over countless being
at one in the present.
|