"The moon will be everything tonight."
Jack Callen, Stream Road
The moon
is everything tonight;
I brought no
battery-clunky
thousand watt-lantern
on this camping trip--
nor firewood.
I pitch my tent
in the meadow.
The dark rises
from the grass
with cricket and
katydid song
as the the last sunlight
slides off
tree tops.
I sit under heaven
no bonfire flames
with glittering shadow plays
to divert my vision.
The moon
that scarred old lady
wise in her silence
lights my meditation.
By the tree line
shadows of deer
browse. An owl calls.
When I crawl
into my sleeping bag
the clockwork cradle
of stars
rocks me
and the midnight dew
pattering on the tent fly
becomes a lullaby.
(c)Serena Fusek 2010
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