Full Circle

30 Poems in 30 Days, Day 4

Write the final line to your poem first, and then write the poem to get to that ending.

One star in the early night, rising

in a straight line high above the moon.

Thunderous across balmy air,

the constant repetitive boom of waves.

Sharp morning, with a promise

of heat increasing over the hours.

The market ground under surface dew

hard for my tent pegs, drying out already.

Two babies in their mothers’ arms

bounce and laugh, holding my gaze.

The skirt seller suddenly, casually,

tells me her whole life story.

I bring home two bottles of red

captured, held by the necks.

Sitting in front of bright yellow flowers

she describes white rice and truffles.

One of the cats complains of her food

but lies in my lap, purring.

With my wand, I draw down the light;

the moon is one hundred percent full.