Moonrise

Moonrise

This waxing full moment, turned red with the smoke of wildfires.

I am wondering at the memory of a year passed.

The unfolding mist bent through a lens of

Retrospect.

A sea change, cast through an ocean swell

Like a fisherman's lure

Trolling the depths unseen.

All things reorganized, reorganizing themselves.

Even now

We have not found the end of this arc.

We have become different, unrecognizable even to ourselves.

In our hellbent ways of un-pausing, non-stopping,

An unfurling tapestry of constant movement.

Of not waiting.

Overflowing with desire to fill this unending ocean,

To put an end to our own fathomless wanting. 

We yearn for once to stay put,

To find a kind of stasis 

That only exists in the mind.

To stake a claim in the illusion of a beginning and an ending

We abandon ourselves.

A quiet heart is the only one to remain still,

Able to ride on this tidal flux,

Bending and cresting and diving deep 

As each phase of the moon tilts unknowingly towards the next.