A Reminder

Ask if the moon sleeps as the sky turns rosy,
and with languid tongue, licks black to blue–
does she recall the after-ache of crashing birth,
and dream the songs of a thousand stars?

Now, watch the cool cat breath rise with arched back
over the river, curling into the morning air—

is this what you seek? Recall the beauty of this day—
clothed in peach, pink, and blue–
the chirp of sparrows, the rush of heron’s wing.

When I opened our back door this morning, there was the moon right in front of me. Then when I walked to the river, it was just so beautiful with the sun rising over the water. The world is full of terrible things and horrible people, but there is also such beauty in it. The Oracle knows and reminds me.

45 thoughts on “A Reminder

  1. I truly enjoy your style and tone Merril – you’ve a musician’s ear and an artist’s palette informing your verse. A lovely flair that takes nothing away from the impactful statements.

    • Thank you so much, David! 💙
      I don’t take every word from the tiles. The Oracle and I know each other well enough now, that she points me in the direction. But most of the words come from the tiles.

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