full moon

Saturday, May 5, 2012

 Starting a poem
With only a title
Not knowing where it will lead
Walking down a path
I can only dream
Of dreaming
Hanging upside-down
And right side below
And turned all around
Unable to breathe
Stuck
Somewhere in between
Black keys and white
Winter and spring
Anger and indifference
Knowing the better option
Is whatever is right
But what can be right
When everything is wrong?
I can’t decide
Hanging upside-down
And right side below
And turned all around
Unable to run
Broken
Interrupted
In a pattern of nothing
But glow
And beauty
Shining down
From nowhere
Changing what I knew
Introducing want I don’t
Think I want to see
But am seeing anyway
Why can’t we all stay
Cradled in a crescent moon?
Why can’t we all sleep
With the stars on our backs
And the moon guiding our way?
It is all infallible now
Hanging upside-down
And right side below
And turned all around
Unable to grow
I don’t want the full moon to come
I want it to stay small
And real
And young
I don’t want to change
Want to leave
Want to escape
Want to run
As far away as I can
Want to never look back
Is all I dream of
Dreaming
Walking down a path
Trying to find the definition
Of a word I don’t know
Somewhere in between
Black keys and white
Winter and spring
Anger and indifference
Crescent and full
Trying to find
The truth
Hanging upside-down
And right side below
And turned all around
Unable to see
A moon
As full
As yesterday’s

In honor of the overflowing full moon tonight, which at 11:30 will be the closest to Earth all year. Looking at it—that's magic. 

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