Moon When Acorns Appear

I once meditated

One day in the vastness

Of eternal youth

Under an endless forest of pine

Branches restless and fragrant

Stirred by an afternoon breeze

This was my momentary realm

My impermanent shelter

My temporary temple

My sacred space amid

Such vastness

I am opaque

I feel invisible

I scream at the gods

And the earth

Clouds roll across the heavens


This drought has parched

The lips

Of peasants in Medieval fields

The rains have flooded

The gardens of Eden's lost

And found

The scavenger of acorns

The diviner of stars

And comets

The moon we watched

Upon the hill we sat upon

Sinking into the heat

Of midsummer dreams

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