Shine On
October 2, 2012
Moon
Open the book of evening to the page
where the moon, always the moon, appears
between two clouds, moving so slowly that hours
will seem to have passed before you reach the next page
where the moon, now brighter, lowers a path
to lead you away from what you have known
into those places where what you had wished for happens,
its lone syllable like a sentence poised
at the edge of sense, waiting for you to say its name
once more as you lift your eyes from the page
and close the book, still feeling what it was like
to dwell in that light, that sudden paradise of sound.
Harvest Moon 2012 (Photograph by Erin Shaw)
I hope you’ve been stepping out for a few minutes each night to take in this majesty.
I’ve been busy preparing a writing class—back soon with more Alice stories.
October 2, 2012 at 11:20 am
thanks for the update – when I don’t hear from you & Alice often, I worry! lovely poem too
October 2, 2012 at 12:14 pm
I see the moon and the moon sees me …. remember that?
Oh, your lucky writing class participants!
October 2, 2012 at 5:17 pm
Writing class???
October 2, 2012 at 8:16 pm
I love this Andrea and I have indeed been taking in the beauty of the moon and these great evenings. I will see you the day after tomorrow. Yeahhh
October 2, 2012 at 9:18 pm
Shine on harvest moon, up in the sky. Cause I ain’t had nobody since January, February, June or July.
October 4, 2012 at 7:05 am
Yes, the moon. Always the moon. During this full moon I discovered (by being sleepless during the night) that not only does it rise above and pass over my meditation garden, shining in through the kitchen and dining room windows, but it also passes over my house and shines in through my bedroom window in the very wee hours. So now I have the experience of the moon passing overhead and the earth circling below which was just the final bit of information needed by my body, mind, heart, and spirit to know that this house & I must stay together. At least until WE are ready to part. This moon helped get the ball rolling toward finalizing the divorce, which is as bittersweet as watching the moon now wane from its fullness toward becoming once again new, and the cycle continues. Thank you, Andrea, for the perfect post and perfect poem.
October 7, 2012 at 12:13 pm
Beautiful, Andrea. Thank you.