Katie Norris compiled and edited an anthology of poems, Voice of the Moon. I was glad to have one of mine selected, and to read poems from others also selected.
I wrote this poem after a walk where I live in Utah. The moon was big, having just crested over the Wasatch Mountains. I was appreciating and celebrating the invitation to stillness.
Give Katie’s collection a look. Here’s my poem below.
Still Speaks
Full.
Or portioned.
Light lifted from vast dark.
Or dark that nests focal light.
There is magnetic attraction.
To things whole, to things slivered.
I listen to the moon.
With slowness, and softness.
To the things whole and slivered within me.
To what is full, or portioned.
The moon still speaks.
And speaks still.