Prosody and Flux
Tuesday night and
Wednesday morning
I glimpse the moon
at opposite ends --
coming and going,
rocket-bright and round,
blushing and lucent,
a pearl amongst
chip diamonds to a
waxing and waning sky.
Literature portrays
our closest planetary
companion as female
and dark - but I no
longer find her so --
More like my bard owl
whose midnight call
invites attunement
to both darkness
and light -- which
cannot stay divided --
There is holiness
in the whole --
The honesty of an
entire rock –
with nothing,
not a crater nor a
footprint nor a
sunless sea,
left out.
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Martha T. Terrell
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