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.

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.

with wonder and delight

Waves on Playa San Agustinillo
 with wonder and delight
  
 the sun shines
 on the deep blue sea
 bright light pulling us
 like thread unraveling 
 from a favorite winter sweater
 
 the white waves
 splash and crash
 under the golden sky
 repeating like a refrain
 music to our ears singing
 away the cold of home

 the strandline soaks
 the soft sand
 laying down a rug
 for our callused feet
 to wander into 
 a fresh new day
  
 the sand crabs scurry
 along the water’s edge
 as we meander
 through their neighborhood
 together we dance before the sea
 with wonder and delight 

Another poem from my Gathering at the Sea collection, written while on holiday in San Agustinillo, Mexico in January 2021. You can find other poems from my little collection previously posted here:

Exhilaration

The Ocean

little shell

a song of escape