The Sentry As Witness
The Sentry As Witness
three days the moon
will be full
again
and in the night
while we sleep
while we turn
when we can’t sleep
an owl will ride
the never stopping
thermal across
the moon’s
face and be just
a shape –
just a shadow
briefly
obliterating
the light that’s cast
the path
of a stray
rabbit
stunned stiff
in being
seen. it makes me
want to say this
entirely
out of context:
not all
marriages
not all childbirths
not all wild night
embraces are meant
to be anything else but
or beyond the brief
mouth on mouth, claw
penetrating skin,
the situation
peeled back
in the bright path
breaching
the white under-
belly now draped
in the patient maple
is an opportunistic
claw tipped now
in the vicious
vermilion, filtered
and tipped with
mosaic tufts
of feather,
of fur, and what's not
stuck floats up
to view the moon
in the face,
the now
setting moon nearly
in full
view
two days now
to full
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