for seeing
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The only thing warm tonight in the deep winter sky ~ and soon to occlude. The Wolf Moon, Ice Moon, Old Moon.
While countries, armies and ideologies battle, bees make honey. Butterflies float, and drink the nectar from gently open flowers.
While the town sleeps and dreams behind me. And pined islands lay silently, invisibly off the salt-tongued shore.
What we belong to. What we can point to out there; around us. And what a singular gift. Our innate sentience.
Fog pours in through the half-open windows. Fills our small bedroom by the bay. Pools
After all the rain monsooning through the day, cascading through the leaves of the still—green— with-Summer trees.
The keys to the house, or car. The address of a restaurant. The grocery list. The name of a tree or bird or passing acquaintance.
How deeply are you living, friend? How sense-deep. How heart, and
To ask your Self. In the still of the night, whether bright-starred or half-mooned. In the midst of the day,
Those many, sung and unsung, who gave themselves, often gave up their lives, to fight, in wars,
Back in time, a romantic era of English Time, they used to send a son or daughter off
You, Picasso aigu in your summer straw shading blue eyes and sailor stripes, juggling a bubble of cold wine.
At precisely 9.25. When the moon, the first and most abundant one of the new year,
My body. Outstretched. On a deck. Between the Sky and the Earth.
Good to mark it each year on the world’s calendar. But I celebrate it every day.