Always
The new moon
still pulls
without a face
or a body,
walking
across the dark.
So we wait
for celestial progress
and the light
to narrow our pupils,
remembering,
how to walk
in the dark.
-Robert L. Jackson III
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I love that image of a formless moon walking across the dark.
ReplyDeleteWow! Good, good. I feel the pull of that newness and of this poem.
ReplyDeleteyes, still pulls.....
ReplyDeleteAh yes the influence of the moon: on the tides the weather and the minds of men, age old.
ReplyDeleteMuchđź’–love
Wow, what a great write.
ReplyDeleteOh this is such a splendid write!!
ReplyDeletesheer marvel of a poem - succinct and not one wasted word on the jellyfish jaunt
ReplyDeleteOh what a great piece of art this is! I love it!
ReplyDeleteOh, this is perfect. Couldnt be better.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem about the pulling...
ReplyDeleteTerse lines and compelling images... Nice!
ReplyDeletePerfectly expressed.
ReplyDeleteRemembering how to walk in the dark Love that Can relate to that Great poem
ReplyDeleteSo we wait
ReplyDeletefor celestial progress
One gives way to the moon more often than not!
Hank
A beauty, Rob. The pull of the moon is universal.
ReplyDeleteWe do feel that unavoidable pull.
ReplyDeleteWow, I love this:
ReplyDelete"So we wait
for celestial progress"