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Poetry - The Dark of the Moon
Revealing the darkness that can exist in human relationships.


Rising
Unconscious, eyes closed shut,
his hand, on auto-pilot, reaches out
before the 6 AM alarm cries out.
A tender stillness lingers in the air,
while the long black night slowly fades
into the gray disconsolation of early dawn,
and the sun’s fingers stretch long and wide
across the uncomfortable divide
between midnight black and noontime light.
Inside all others lay dumb in deep sleep
even their sonorous breath is laid to rest.
Slowly sounds disturb his gradual awakening.
Water b


State of the Union (pulling roots)
It has been a long slow process,
pulling ourselves up by the roots,
disengaging from our connection
with Earth and language,
spirit and culture.
We are now floating free
in the turbulent sea
of fear.
The disconnect is driving us
away from each other,
away from values,
away from lives well-lived
and spirits well-expressed.
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