MEETING the MOON

MIXED METAPHORS OVER THE EAST BAY



The dark orange moon rises waxing over Oakland's shipyard shores
Enlarged in the atmosphere's haze behind dinosaur cranes
She shifts left as we corner treasure island
to dip shyly behind Berkeley's highest hill
And ducks her gaze to match her moon eyes to mine.

I meet the plane of my face to her waxing ways
and add my sighs into her night skies
Gracefully she offers to sweep this sadness up into her skirts.
and inhale this darkness into her long night’s light.

And then she'll turn again, to crest past our earth's curve
and make this mood another memory softened in hindsight
and enriched in poetry's precious recipe
to reduce ripe pain into a worthy rue.
And I'll drive this bridge again under her gaze,
to be moonlit by the powder light of my own long forgotten blues.