This

Sitting here just now

And watching, I am

Looking at

The sky, the moon again.

Last night, rather it was 

This morning, moon blazing, going 

Down beyond 

The other side of the world,

She woke me up, so 

I watched for a moment

Riding that western dip slipping into 

Oh beautiful an unobstructed sky,

Easterly light coming round, 

And I listened, dawn sounds faint 

In small waked moments before I 

Fell asleep again, and I dreamed 

To sleep this day.

I needed to 

Be still amid cacaphony, amid 

The noise.

My mother comes, her 

Beautiful miasma

Envelopes me somehow;

My mother now takes root,

Her words not many,

Though I remember these,

Clear as air, sweet gentled 

On my shoulders:

We take love where we find it.

Dark the canvas

In and out those years

And these, 

And uncertain my bravado

I try to integrate 

It all, each memory 

Making wondrous

Every current so that I can

Keep on going.