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Saturday, March 7, 2015

Ode to the Yin Extremity

Last night was a full moon plus one so it rose in perfect splendor thirty minutes or so after sunset. Here's a poem I wrote in the course of my walk down to Weesuck Creek to watch it happen.

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Announced by
A faint corona to the East
There’s just a snout
Of amber light
That first breaks out  
Above the horizon
Nothing more than
A flickering presence
Through the tree line
A Chinese lantern  
Pulsing and molten
As it filters through  
The cloud bank too

Not so much seen
As felt in all
Its Yin extremity  
Slowly the full moon rises
Ever at the ready 
To seep through
Whatever veil or scrim
Reality chooses to
Throw in its way

A glowing Gestalt  
That fills in gradually
Only as it ascends
An inch or two and
Takes possession
Of its abundant powers
In presiding over
The vast expanse
Of Weesuck Creek  

Over the swans sleeping
In their saltmarsh dens
And the shellfish beds
Lying in sessile splendor
Under the luminous blanket
Of yesterday’s snow
Now all held in thrall amid
The March moon’s glow

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