Moonlight Sonata
When there is nothing left to do
the phrase of the morning has come and gone
the rain is still coming down
a log on the fire still burning
and all the arguments that roll around
your head no longer care
what you think
it appears that voice, the sound of sadness
comforts the passion
you held onto for so long
now there is just the breath
inhaling and exhaling and nothing
left to say
the moon will have its way
swimming across sky
bleaching out stars
the astronomy of great speakers who,
having studied long into their own night
close their eyes and sleep
their dreams like impatient goats hop
and climb the mountain
roll down again
interrupt the rhythm of breathing
mind doesn’t really care
about mechanics of your lungs
or what should be done about your fingers
so there
(from my latest book of poems published by Ekstasis - Sleep With Me: Lullaby for an Anxious Planet)
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