Saturday, December 11, 2010

i took the moon









A poem inspired by a lunar eclipse of October, 2004:

You wax, you wane
Like a mother’s pain
In darkest purple shadow
A symphony of silence
In thousand years distance
Further, a doubt explodes

Past the length
The light of day
Softly bends the archer’s bow
Almost reluctant
So sweeps the face
As millions of years ago

And all the while
Of timing oceans
The tide of blood to flow
The mastery of gravity
Floods the flesh
In colors of time below

Blush orange doubts
Still raise their hand
To cover your obvious glow
Moving minutes
In obedient speed
Striking the dark to know

And today, December 11, 2010, I share a photo I took of the crescent moon.  

Paris is more beautiful at night, especially these white sky days.  The word for crescent in French is croissant - yes those flaky bundles of perfection.  I don't know why it makes me chuckle to call the moon a croissant- it seems like an insult and I imagine this puffy warm moon that will go stale in a day.


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