Catching Moonlight – A Poem

Baskets                          Catching Moonlight © 2013 Bo Mackison

At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come press its face against mine. Breathe into me. ~ Rumi

Midnight.
This part of the world is asleep or rumbling in their night games of
warm milk, floor pacing,  siren listening.
I seek the brightness of the moon.

Its beams slip through my fingers, dusty cool light,
my breath swallows pure light,
polishes the hard edges smooth.

Swirling energy in my heart
carves caverns of doubt.
Wild animal energy and sharp claws.

Moon, dress me with your blue light,
your calm, your wisdom, guide me.

You who do not believe in hope, you may not steal mine.

I breathe in the cool light, step away from the
whispers of doubt, breathe in freedom.

Held in the soft glow, awash in light,
slow dance in the light of the moon.

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Posting a poem a day for the month of April, National Poetry Month. This poem was inspired by late night reading, pacing, and the light of the moon.

 

About Bo Mackison

I'm a photographer, book-artist, traveler, naturalist, and creator of the Contemplative Creatives Journey, An Online Workshop and Community and Desert Wisdom Cards and Workshops. Though often not well known, I find the desert a welcoming place - a healing space. Its mysteries and gifts transformed me several years ago. Since that first encounter, I return again and again to fill my well in what most people think of as a desolate region. I'd love to share my desert discoveries and wisdom with you. Please subscribe to receive my five part mini email course The Gifts of the Desert. It's my gift to you.

Comments

  1. Carrie Prentice says:

    Beautiful! I particularly like “my breath swallows pure light,
    polishes the hard edges smooth.” And the quote from Rumi, which I hadn’t read before.
    Thanks for helping my spirit soar this morning.

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