I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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4 September 2011


A very small journey —
only two steps down
into our back garden
to look for the moon.

As usual, the sky
was covered in cloud
but on the dark ground
something shone white.

A patch of radiance
as if the moon had fallen,
rounded full — ah, but she 
is still making that journey.

Gradually I understood:
a baby white rabbit
lying utterly still, soft
like a feathered dove.

And my black cat
wanting to go back out
after only just coming in,
unaware of wrongdoing.

My son, visiting, wrapped it 
in an old towel, in a box.
We’ll show respect, he said,
but the family need not look.

Tomorrow morning
I have a longer journey —
across the road with the box
to talk to the children there.

Journalling my relationship with the moon: 8 

(Yes, I’m ahead of myself; more poems than lunar days, so far.)
30 Poems in 30 Days, 3: Travel

Included in the book, THREE CYCLES OF THE MOON

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