Waning Crescent: A Poet's Reverie

Tonight the moon is on waning crescent;
it hangs on the eastern sky like a sharp steel
wedge against a backdrop of unlight.

There are no stars in the perimeter, only
a slight cool breeze, the last remnant of winter
cold--nowadays the seasons have lost
their senses, acquired a tendency to drift,

while the moon goes on waxing and waning,
as it has, since she came out of the earth's crust
four point four million years ago.

Tonight I drive my old Ford under the wedge
of the old moon, drifting like the seasons
through half-deserted streets--streets not long
ago fraught with people and traffic and suits.

Out here in the perimeter the grand trees sway
in the cool breath of June, unhurried by design,
moving in slow tempo to the soft cadence

of the night.

Was it like this eons ago when you and I,
in far other guise, roamed the silver valleys
of the moon, whispering like the leaves

under huge skies? with thoughts too strange
to share in this supernal spot of Time, this
conjunction of times, this unfathomable universe?

Perhaps beyond our limited perceptions,
in the night's huge exhalations, other selves,
other lives, connected to our own, take

their being, and return to us on a cool
night like this, when the moon is on waning
crescent, and there are no stars in the perimeter,

just the grand trees, unhurried by design,
all a-sway in the cool soft breeze of June.

--Jim Valero, 03/19/2012.

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SSmoothie's picture

Beautiful!

Simply stunning imagery wonderful if only I had the time to dedicate such love and tenderness to my poetry! there just isnt enough time. thankfully I have these wonderful writes from time to time to inspire me :)


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Valhjim's picture

Thanks

Thank you for your kind, thoughtful words. I am truly encouraged, and glad you feel inspired. It is true, some poems are an inspiration which fills us with the desire to write, and with new fresh ideas. We all have our favorite poets who inspire us. Some of mine are Whitman, Rainer Maria Rilke, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Keats, T. S. Eliot.

Thanks again for writing.

Jim