The bamboo wood plays shadows
on the full moon framed in the window,
a glimpse of the universe spreading,
spreading past all comprehension.
Put your head on the pillow.
Set your slippers by the bed
as sentinels waiting for the dawn.
Rise, swivel to touch the floor.
Light, glasses, radio, hot coffee.
Relief of knowing
you can coordinate each effort,
lack of surprises
The pain of a divided world presses in.
The view from the bedroom window
is a fraction of the real world.
Beneath, it is Guernica.
You have seen ages pass,
and now the cups of coffee are numbered.
Where is solace now?
Slippers by the bed,
the moon in your window?
The necessity of awareness,
or the losing of it?
© Evie Safran, 2018
|Girl and the Moon|
by the Estonian painter Karl Pärsimägi
from Wikimedia Commons
In public domain in the United States