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The moon, almost full,
Cuts a white hole in the indigo night sky, like a child with scissors.
A finite black, papery disc flutters fast, unnoticed, out of sight.
Like confetti on New Year’s Eve,
The brilliant cut no longer contained,
Spills in-falling particles of light.
The dark sapphire sea scintillates.

In a sequined dress, it dances in great waves to the moon’s lead
In the spot of light, shimmies and shakes,
A great lustrous, ebony muscle under a skin of satin glass,
Billing a holiday mood.
Shhhhish Shahhh Ahhhhh Haa, Shhhhish Shahhh Ahhhhh Haa
What a party.
I watch from my window.

From infinitely far into the future,
One at a time, they come rolling in,
Out from that soft blurred navy line,
Regular patrons of a smokey night club.
An eternal flood of guests heady and boisterous,
Their steady rumpus, sounding,
Like the static of an old radio played between stations.

As they arrive
Moon-lighted
White crested black tides,
I make out the smooth, shore sound of each of them
CHAHH Shhhhshahh Ahhhh
Some louder than others, but collectively
A deafening din.

I am a child of this Moon and Sea duet
Jazzed with fresh salted air
Almost lured,
If not for standing in the shadows
Aside soft billowing bedroom curtains
Stealing entry to a brilliant show,
To strip clean and swim in the ancient memory of my beginnings.

At this curvature of space, this bridge in the cosmos,
I am quick and nimble, finding the discarded black hole
Fitting it into place, pasting it in, like closing my curtains,
Turning my back on possibilities too great to consider.
I climb into a soft, cloudy bed
Romanced and dreamy-eyed by the pas de deux,
I fall asleep.

18 September 2013

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Wooden Sculpture by Dan Webb

A block of hard wood,
Dense,
Unable to fit in,
Toe stubbing and dull,
A heavy reminder,
A loathsome remainder –
No longer welcome and
Cast out on an unknown sea.

Adrift on the cold, dark water
Obtuse, deadwood turned stupidly with the earth.

Then,

S e r e n d i p i t o u s l y,
Pulled in by a mothering tide.
Rolled playfully in a salty, green-gray swell and
Rocked in a lustrous, silky emerald ocean.
Water thinned celadon lapped
The straight-grained, reddish-brown timber,
Washed it smooth,
Gently persuaded, and perfected its inherent qualities,
Its hard and sturdy truth.
Turning hardship into a handsome beauty,
A dark mahogany heart buoyant with love.

Moonbeams cast a light and pulled the trusting heart to shore.
At dawn, the sun took the moon’s place.
Shone brightly, the polished, red mahogany heart glistened,
Beating in the gentle lap of a warm turquoise pool,
Lulled in a lullaby of
Shishh hhhaaaa,
Shishh hhhaaaa
And dutifully prepared to be treasured.

September 2013