A Poem on a Monday

Here are some more photos taken by the lovely Tana...

And what Monday would be complete without a poem. Since last night marked the peak of the supermoon--even though rain here prevented us from viewing it--I'll include one of my own poems that includes the moon image. Have I mentioned before that I wake up most days around 4 am? There is nothing like waking up to the stars and feeling like you have the whole town to yourself--it gives my days center, a kind of secret gift. Everything in this poem is true.

I Wake With the Stars

Yesterday a dozen owls rounding the tree top air

in the still-dark. Their quiet diving and lone hooting

took root so that all day their presence bloomed. Now

the moon is the color of a peach and huge, sinking

over the hills as a claim to beginnings – its light

illuminates the table and I think now the table

is the moon and of course now I am

the moon. The things we carry.

My daughter Phoenix sings of clouds.

I want to be in a cloud, she says. I want to fly

but I don’t have wings. And because she’s two

she adds maybe someday. Because I am a mother,

because I carry a moon inside my ribs – because

I’m trying to embrace the thought that surrendering

to joy doesn’t mean the world will come

crashing down – I say yes, someday, and I believe it.

Casey Lord