To You, Moon

It’s good
to be here. I’ll take the brut of you.
No fool, whether out of sight
or part or wholly here, you

train my eye to view
all pregnant phases, harvest days,
and epic wanes with curiosity
if not certainty of waxing again.

To you
I raise this glass. To you
I dedicate my small boat,
in which I sail from dawn to dusk to dawn

through every season, too,
leaving my own faint, darkening wake
across the realm
you rule. And I’ll come here again, to you.

I’ll be still awhile
and think things through
and drink
my fill.


#10 of 30 poems in 30 days for National Poetry Writing Month, April 2017

Image by John Livzey

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