I am clearing a space
here, where the trees stand back.
I am making a circle so open
the moon will fall in love
and stroke these grasses with her silver.
I am setting stones in the four directions,
stones that have called my name,
from mountaintops and riverbeds, canyons and mesas
Here, I will stand with my hands empty,
mind gaping at the moon.
I know there is another way to live.
When I find it, the angels
will cry out in rapture,
each cell of my body
will be a rose, a star.
If something seized my life tonight,
if a sudden wind swept through me,
changing everything,
I would not resist.
I am ready for whatever comes.
But I think it will be
something small, an animal
padding out of the shadows,
or a word spoken so softly
I hear it inside.
It is dark out here, and cold.
The moon is stone.
I am alone with my longing.
Nothing is happening
but the next breath, and the next.
Morgan Farley
4 comments:
In my next life I would love to come back as a poet that can bring such beauty to people's lives.
May I just say thank you. My mornings, here on the other side of the world, are lovelier for your daily posts.
Sarah
This is a lovely poem Cate, I enjoyed reading it.
beautiful poetry, cate! i love finding such wonderful treats when i arrive here.
i hope my comment on the post below didn't offend you. I see it is not there. i couldn't help myself. it was the first thing that came to mind when i saw the image!
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