onward, present, awake

This is what we get:
this waning moon
behind silver clouds
on a windy night.

You can go inside
to bed, to look
another night, warmer
perhaps, or calmer.

But we only get
this moon, these winds,
silver clouds. Tonight.
This is what we get.






I wrote this in August 2005 in response to some very bad news.

For some reason I found it tonight while rummaging through old journal files.

It's appropriate for me to read over and over and over, because it says everything I need to know in order to march bravely and excitedly into my future.

Happy New Year!