being the moon

moon over San Agustinillo, Mexico
Being the moon

Rumi said, look at the moon,
how it grows brighter 
as it patiently tolerates 
the dark night. 
Oh, that I could be a moon
shining brightly,
even as darkness is growing,
to be luminous and glowing, 
so open and full 
that hopes and dreams
are offered to me.
How I would hold them
in the softness of my palm,
wrap them all in calm stillness,
set them free into the realm of possibility
where the sun carries them into being. 

If you love the moon as I do, you might be interested in another poem I wrote: the moon speaking.

wild wonderful whales

Wind Wonderful Whales

 
Wild wonderful whales wandering 
the wet welcome waters of the Pacific
Enough of you we can’t seem to get
Each sighting a little fête.

What do you think when the little boats full of tourists 
speed toward you from all directions
as if there’s some emergency,
when all they want 
are a few moments communion 
with your majesty, 
to lay their eyes upon the body of the queen of the sea, 
to see you skin shimmering in the morning sun. 

Wild wonderful whales wandering 
the wet welcome waters of the Pacific
Enough of you we can’t seem to get
Each sighting a little fête.

Do you sense our delight
when you jump with all your might? 
Such an amazing sight! 
You are so grand, 
we can see you from land
up here on our balcony where we stand, 
drawn like magnets to your magnificence. 

Wild wonderful whales wandering 
the wet welcome waters of the Pacific
Enough of you we can’t seem to get
Each sighting a little fête.
It’s as if you can hear our oohi-ng and ahh-ing 
carrying from way up here 
a joyful song floating from afar. 
A spray to get our attention, 
a breach to show off your size,
bigger than the little tourist boats
gathered up along side you,
a great jump – and a splash
your big black back crashing
into the deep blue sea,
white water shooting like fireworks 
in a summer sky. 

Wild wonderful whales wandering 
the wet welcome waters of the Pacific
Enough of you we can’t seem to get
Each sighting a little fête.

Oops! I decided there was one more poem I want to share from my Gathering at the Sea collection, written in January 2021. This poem is about one of our big delights when whiling away the days in sunny San Agustinillo. Below, you can find other poems from my little collection previously posted here, along with a bonus photo:

on a torn wing

with wonder and delight

Exhilaration

The Ocean

little shell

a song of escape

Many of these poems, including wild wonderful whales, are part of an online collection I call Little Morsels of Delight.

on a torn wing

a frigate bird flying over San Agustinillo (not the one that’s the subject of the below poem)
 on a torn wing

 all alone up in the sky
 just above the scrubby hill
 like an outcast pushed away
  
 just how did you get that tear
 in the center of your long black wing
 like a knife sliced down the middle? 
  
 did you upset your brother
 taking his share of the fishy feast 
 you were sharing at the sea? 
  
 did you move in on the neighbor’s girl
 thinking you’d be a better match
 realizing too late he was tougher than you thought? 
  
 do you carry regret, or
 Was the whole thing easy to forget?
  
 what did you think now 
 as you gaze down into the aqua waters 
 lapping at the shore? 
  
 what wisdom do you carry
 as you glide solo, the thermals
 your only companion? 
  
 will you find a new family,
 maybe a band of misfits, 
 or will you forever be the 
 lone frigate soaring the sky? 

This poem, the last I’ll share from my Gathering at the Sea collection, written while on holiday in San Agustinillo, Mexico in January 2021, is about a frigate bird I noticed while sitting on our balcony one afternoon. There are so many things to notice on the beach, around the posada, and in town, especially when you’re intentional about finding something different from what you’ve seen on previous visits. You can find other poems from my little collection previously posted here:

Exhilaration

The Ocean

little shell

a song of escape

with wonder and delight

All of these poems are also part of an online collection I call Little Morsels of Delight.