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