Late at night
her eyes are wide open
as two full moons
beaming out in the dark.
Inside fires burn
flames flicker and refuse
the stillness of sleep.
She gets up
grabs her book
a sweater
a snack
and keeps a late night kitchen vigil
with insomnia…
–this date with quiet–
delicious silent solitude.
She feeds her soul
with bread and words,
then rubs her fingers together,
lights the surrounding gloom with sparks
and writes fire!
after a morning of spelling
nursery rhymes
and writing practice
I take a moment’s break by myself
to sit on our garden bench in the sun
a tiny homeschool hiatus
to sit quietly enough to hear
the birds chirping and twittering
over the background hum
of city busses and summery lawnmowers
on this warm October morning
sun is supposed to be good
for this third trimester liver thing
that has crept up on me again
so I expose my round belly
to glow like strange moon
blue veins faintly showing
in the bright sun
a small alien planet
with the occasional surface ripple
as the life within stretches and grows
just x-filish enough
to make me grin
Tonight the evening air is dusky
and has a faint smell of smoke
as if someone was stoking their fire
on this warm May night
The slightly bulging half-moon
beams down yellow
and sleepy like me
I seek poetry in the shadows
and realize the smokiness
is the peppery scent of purple lupins
spicing the dusk with their presence
Lingering in the quiet evening
I take pity on my planter pots
and water my flowers by moonlight
lest in the heat of the day I forget
A little bath for the basil
a big sip for the tomatoes
and lots—with love—
for my Josephine flower
There’s a misty werewolf moon tonight
and it reminds me of a poem I wrote you
just over 6 months ago
before you were born,
while you were still with us.
The stars twinkle reassuringly
in the cold night sky,
but the gloominess of this moon
covered in snatches of thin clouds
like scattered veils,
brings me to tears.
Perhaps it shines brighter from your side
—up in Heaven—
with no clouds in the way.
One day, honey, promise you’ll show me.
Just East Of Crazy Land 