The Moon Birth
Find yourself below the Moon…
We all have a season; will this be yours or mine?
Here it begins * the Moon Cry The round cheese rolling by * across the black ceiling Heaven’s looking down * all awaiting, now For the words * the worldly news …
Not a con * not a ruse, no Just the realest thing seen since the equinox’s ring An invite to join a full-faced bloom * go find yourself below the Moon And so, wherein * the disc reflects a glow The spot of light upon your toes A dance begun to crown the great ones Most tall, most bold * yes the light will show Though the barren face was stripped of its ancient and clear skin Now nicked and bruised * it throws its beauty down on the dancers The partiers, runners * the Moon worshippers Epiphany even touches me — as I look in solitude — Out the curtains * transported to that world held at the whims of another
At times, cold and white * the snowball floats A menace on our heads It calls the crows * brings out the stalkers An orb * an eye to watch Earth-walkers As if by magic * it can shine like fire So yellow like spring’s flowers No matter how cloudy the night * it peeks Boo! Now your night’s lit The party’s on * the creatures mingle and crawl Legged things grow wings and believe in flight
No one’s sure why * but on this lunar night Essence calls grasses out from the dead soil On this night * Luna tugs until leaves leave branches Till all things are cuddling, kissing * biting All starts low, then grows * the globe vibrating in a trance Want a breakout? Want a rebirth? * Hit it, now’s your chance! So as the great golden eye turns white * through curtains, watches me I ask if it’s yet my season to change — This time will I finally break free?
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Spring is here! This poem was inspired by the full moon and the changing of the seasons.
Love, Neboh
