Sister Moon


Tonight a crescent moon

Thin like a strand of silver


Wisps of cloud move around

Her gentle shape

That disappears as a marine




Comes to command the night



Waking in early hours

After midnight

I look for the moon

Look for Orion

Out the bedroom window

Earth’s rotation

Brings them to me

Different hours

Different nights

Orion with reddish mars


Sirius below

Her brilliance shimmering

In the dark


Many times

The moon is come

Is gone

Before I wake

But many times

Its light falls on me

Through the window

Many times

I see the moon

Go down

Behind myaporum

Its face fractured

Like broken glass

By the branches

Made whole again

When it rises



There is an energy

That connects me

To all of them

My spirit sings

In the night

Claims the moon

As sister


Left Out (2015)

circa 1940











Feeling left out

Follows me like a winding

Mountain road

Curves around     around

My childhood years

Into all the chapters

Of adulthood

That come after

It takes root

I feel sure

This discomfort of aloneness

The Thanksgiving Day my father



Father’s place at Grandmother’s table

For Thanksgiving dinner to be served

At one o’clock sharp

Stays empty all through the meal

I have no memory of this Thanksgiving


I am seven years old

Can only now

Imagine what the atmosphere

Feels like surrounding the


Gathered for Thanksgiving dinner

This Thanksgiving Day


No one can know

No one can guess

My father is on a train

He is leaving my mother

Leaving me

The emptiness of feeling left out

Begins this Thanksgiving Day

With only Mother     no father

In my home

A need to have what others have

The same size piece of chocolate


Is born



A school of many years

Is passed

I abandon judgment to these


Opening wide two doors

One to my mind

One to my heart

Nothing that happened

Owns a consequence

Everything evaporated

Into the ethers

Gone     done

I am only the observer


I am free