Poem Category: High Moon

high moon
the pull turtles feel
in their shells in the sand

high moon
in a forever
I won’t see return

high moon
our car tilting down
to the distant valley

high moon
the shape of streets
above the snow

high moon
the pain winter holds
in mother’s hands

high moon
the river gives tongue
to the mouth of the sea

high moon
the light of a white moth
flitting between gardens

high moon
the bubbles of shampoo
in my children’s hair

high moon
on a framework of clouds
tattooing the sea

high moon
the whale’s rise and crashes
in being alone