Meditations on the Sun and Moon
Hurricane after silence,
The Sun gives liberally —
You cannot trap its warmth:
Love cannot exist in a prison
It is true
But the Sun will always have her one Moon.
Fences in the water are useless
the water will continue to flow-
You can take a horse to it.
You cannot start fires and complain
If you get burned
You cannot sow seeds on puddles, asphalt,
Dirt
And marvel when a plant doth sprout.
A plane cuts the sky
Writes a requiem
Draws parallel light-hopes.
I live for that tender moment at the end of my days
As the sun is in full crescendo glory,
giving the last, sweet ripeness
Her moon rushes to a corner
Small, full of mischief
and twinkling laughter.
San Francisco, November 2011
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