Shadow lands

Consulting the calendar

to measure the finite edges of days,

proper rectangular weeks,

Lifetimes.

Using a ruler, I measure

the distance between

solar cycles inside

circles spin squared up,

and churn stuck in corners 

and lurk in boxes,

Leaving us to use the same angles

Over

And over,

Holidays make tangents, or triangles,

Between meaning and moment

This second

Memory, like haze that fills with light

remember the fog backlit in sun, rolling

over it,

The wind, the wave, the change,

The ends,

whites and blues

begin blending new for someone

We one knew upon a time. 

Image By OSU Special Collections & Archives : Commons (When trees and shadows make art) [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.

Partly Moony

Do you ever notice the moon

still up

when the sun is out?

It's almost as if

we jumped ship

or planets rather...

Did you know that the planets are all considered to Be

“Heavenly Bodies"

-despite being Full and Round: Misshapen and Edgy?

Do you think la Luna is ever jealous

of our mesmerization and infatuation

in sunrises and sunsets: the ominous, important, Solar Eclipse?

(forgot to foretell) I wonder why don't we start at night

(dark abuzz) I wonder why not, awake from dark till dawn?

(too much fun) ‘cuz we'd all burn sleeping in the sun.

We seem to only care, predict, and talk small in our weathered way,

observing her minute phases, all around Helio's plans for the day,

our mandatory compliance-participation-with his lackadaisical display...

Where, O’ where are all the star-crossed

lovers of night, blind with delight

when the moon shines her loveglow, set on spotlight?

“Calling All Attention”

To those not paying attention

when comets wink and fall.

By now, you're waning in care

from obscure sliced crescent ideas

shadowy slivers of shy: you’ve watched these Anonymous nights go by…

Harvest or Blue: Blood or King,

Christened by a haloed ring.

Named the “Lunar Province of Mankind"

as recorded in old Hermetic nocturnal notes.

I noticed the moon in the afternoon stalling

like me, afraid of the dark, of Time,

rapt by the pull of the moon.

Incredible image of the full moon By Jon Sullivan [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons