“Astronomy for the use of schools and academies.” Joseph A. Gillett (1882)
Oceanus Procellarum
His eyes the hue of all Earth’s oceans tossed In tumult (spume, spray) churn infinitely Her heart, the oceans of the moon, ensconced In basalt magma mares laid anciently He senses love and feels it coursing through Her ever-present depth, the seat of grief Conditions both are now accustomed to By life’s relentless quest to find relief Yet, love and laughter fill their atmosphere A world where they alone can live and be It saves them from an epoch of disaster– A home, a space, a place—this you and me New woven in this moment learning how Their love gives import to the here and now
Sunset over Utah Lake. (February 2025)
Sea of Scorpio
Darling, I haven’t yet told you How beautiful your eyes are Like the ocean’s depth, a sea Moved by primordial currents, dark, Yes, below the surface, but there Beautiful, almost infinitesimal Flecks of ochre, golden troves, In the rippling rich blue that Remind me of the entire universe Contained in that chasm, which Is to say soul, kelp ribbons Amber stones, acorn barnacles, Brittle stars brought to surface by Maelstrom. Sign that all the Depths you’ve fathomed where You learned through excruciating Joy and wracking gladness, an Abyss rife with life and pain, Eternal you, there laid bare Inside your beautiful eyes
Can you imagine? Deafness where once was joyous Sound Blindness where once filtrations of color-filled light Ricocheted Can you imagine? Losing everything? If you are human, the guess is, yes But why must pain catalyze all our understanding? Is it Truly our only teacher? Isn’t the promise of Death Enough to cause us to cling to love, to Life, to now, maybe not. So maybe we go deaf, blind, Senseless Into that good night, into the dark, waiting for The dawn with breath so small we barely live, sore Respiration Reaction, all part of this existence when what we Thought we wanted most is gone, dematerialized where Reality is echoed and Chambered Oh heart, please, live, please drink the night and day as A cup of bitter sweetness, lasting but a blink A piano hammer in the abyss, hammer to string, string bing, bing, ba-bing, go, boogie, Be
Gold Nike Shoes. Oakland Museum of California. Image, my own.
Andante
It will never do to keep running Into yourself if you can’t look up, Ponder the path of the stars in The night sky, gaze with longing And new eyes, on the moon with Rapture, take in the horizon each Day and walk into a new lifetime
Light Bulb(s). Image, my own.
Honey
Honey, laughter and green curry are all the #soulfood I need the joy of bright kaffir lime leaves charged into garlic and simmered over vegetables, a meal to carry us through the ages, a gale of fascist hail and bull shit, the storm of the century is upon us, and all we can do is cook, sing, and watch the moon as it rises high in the night, silent observer of her earthly neighbors what a perplexity what a tragedy, only for a moment, all mixed with joy and delight, how will we last, how will we survive the fight join it, gear up, only history knows on this very first calm snowy night. We hunker in, we knit, we resist like life depends on it because it does, resistance can be small nearly silent until the way is clear and that same moon swims overhead as the path is lit in the quiet dark
Moon. Image, my own.
Orb
In reality In the body Black and gray White and blue softest aura Hazing purple Bold broad Moon the Clouds opaled All around Stars and sky Dappled through and Through Lord, Bless Gratitude for Ohs and glitters Heavens and Earth The glory of it All that lone Full Moon
Happy Day, my friends. We’re getting on toward the weekend. Thank you for reading, sharing, and general love for poetry. Even my poetry. 😉 XX, M
Just want to ask anyone who reads this post to kiss Jack Johnson for me if you see him. Oh, and invite him, Jack Johnson, to come and play at my son’s 16th birthday!
Jack, from a Mother, with love
Sometimes, you have to write love poems to people you may never meet. Here is mine: Jack, We, my people and I, Have listened to you, Jack, their whole lives. I have to say ‘their’ whole lives because I found you on a foggy day in Anchorage, Alaska. Bubbly Toes and all. A CD player in the white honda accord. I was 19. When they, my boys, were small and still afraid of Mike Wazowski. You know, Mike, he’s scary. He scares children. On purpose. One eye. My boys understood exactly what you were saying. It Is. Completely. Utterly. Better. When we are together, Jack. I don’t mean you and I, or you and me, but me and them, Jack You sang it best. And you turned our whole world Upside Down for the better. In fact, that is exactly what We’ve done. My boys and I, we’ve tried to share the love We’ve found with everyone. And, you know, I think it is working. With love, M
One Little Fisherman. San Francisco Bay, Crown Beach Tidal Zone. Image, my own.
Ocean in the Bay there is a time that is tattooed in my memory, it will never be extracted We were on Crown Beach, in the San Francisco Bay, and somehow, All of Us– Mothers and children,
Grandmothers, mothers and daughters, sons, and cousins, and grandchildren, we swam into the tide. We rocked in the waves; we laughed out loud with joy in the shift of the spray, mousse, and suds
god, that memory will sustain me until the end of my days an inaudible melody of the past so whole, so common, so elemental, so joy
More Half Moon. September 2024. Image, my own.
Oh, she knew
Oh, she knew every step in this dance
She walked in strength, threaded through the lecterns to shake
his hand, who would never have given Her the same grace and humanity
Of course, she knew, to live your life in the skin of a woman
You’d have to know, what a task, what a challenge, what a gift
Beach Walkers. Oregon Coast. Image, my own.
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.” – Rainer Maria Rilke
Let it Be
Let it overwhelm you the unwashed windows and dishes and uncut grass
Let it be heavy, the loneliness, the longing, the unfilled space
Let it be exhausting, to be with others and support them when you can barely support yourself
Let it be Wednesdays of barely making it. Fridays of surrender, and Sundays of wishing you could have just one more.
Let it be weary when you wish you had the energy to help one more human with their diction and syntax
Let it be a complete let-down to go to the grocery store at 9 p.m. under the too-green neon lights, the alien otherworld before you sleep
Let it be 6 a.m. and you simply cannot want for the slow coffee of Saturdays the physical newspaper, black ink and real paper in your hands
Let it be too much to drink at happy hour on a Thursday when you know you’ll pay for it the very next day, poor move
Let it be hiding from virtual bread crumbs that somehow you created and left for yourself, unanswered texts and plans gone cold
Scrub Oak in Transition, September 2024. Image, my own.
Autumn Equinox
there is this balance, this even-keeled consciousness, an equanimity of the breath in the air this time of year, the night and the day coming into equilibrium, living and dying reflected in the vegetation, the need for both action and rest, moving and pause, all things in their time and space
Rubber Rabbitbrush, September 2024. Image, my own.
Evolve -for the elders who’ve shone a light along the way
I’ve been watching the course of Life more closely as I’ve neared ‘halfway’
I’m totally clear, I may die tomorrow of a fungal infection brought on by an errant hang nail
This year, I started to see and understand some parts about this journey called life,
Facets that had never been open to me before, that had never been revealed
In youth. I began to witness the power of personal human evolution.
I’m sure I’ve seen it displayed previously, but now, it seemed closer, more raw and real
The strength, the peace, the solidarity, and grounding that some humans
Offer themselves and others when they choose to live with their arms stretched
Up to the divine, when they’re moving forward in purpose while trusting the
Siren song of the universe to guide them to good ends, and over hard roads, too, don’t
Mistake. I don’t think that living this evolution is simple in any way. To allow the
Lessons that life has offered you to be inculcated into your core, this isn’t a flat
Path, rather peaks and valleys, I see my mother who pursues her passions like watercolor and arts
Grant writing without prompting or celebration, and steadily understands
what she loves, what she holds dear and then lifts up those elements of her
Life, tending to her own garden of desire, she invests her best self in her and us.
All I’m saying is that for a very long time I felt completely perplexed with the recipe of this
thing I was witnessing– evolution– my septuagenarian friends, were practicing this
Art of living with purpose, too, with love and with a fair dose of spicy ironic interjection
Swimming every day, hiking all over the hills and valleys of our home
They were another of my sign-posts. And my uncle, who spoke the eulogy at
My aunt’s celebration of life, a woman who also lived and gave her life over to joy,
He has also chosen to live in the miracle of the era of man, to let life
Be the ocean, the teacher, and he became the student, he’s allowed those learnings
To become part of him in the way he loves his children, the way he acts
In community, the way he carries the knowing that life will always be a question, a universal
Query that we can only answer by living more truly, more soundly, more surely in verity
To that Flame that was lit within us at our birth, the miracle of existence realized, we evolve
Lights. September 2024. Image, my own.
On Being
be who you are and who you can be, and meet those two verities inside yourself with loving kindness and compassion and let it be enough to experience the joy of living as you see fit as you love yourself
Andrew Wyeth Grasses, September, 2024. Image, my own.
Steady in the Fall
the sun and moon move into equilibrium waxing crescent to quarter
peloton of geese ride high in the wide blue sky, calling and answering back, headed south
flowers still bloom, delicate violet saturated yellow, vibrant magenta, as grass fades, sepia to umber
fully bronze dragon fly the size of a silver dollar flickers past in the sun chased by a saxe blue fly the same size
grasshoppers bunch on mustard rabbitbrush in the sway of breeze next to dark-chocolate velvet cattails, stalks steeped in pond-water
cooper’s hawk cries from the brush high and free like an alter ego finding the next rodent in the undergrowth
the air takes on the rush and pulse of crisp wind as the sun’s rays angle longer, cooling field, flower, and fly
With a new moon and the beautiful transition to autumn upon us, some poems for your week, month, moment. XX, Megan
September
draughts of cool morning air carried on dry-sighing leaves respirate, whispering: rest, stay, plan, see, manifest, begin, in every breath the order and organization of Earth are upon us as gardens bear fruit, hay is left to cure, baled in sun waning warmly in late afternoon fields of golden bristle, summer to fall, denouement to eight months of moons new and full and new again transitions cyclical, circling in the darkening sky just after the last gasp of cerise light crests over the western mountains at sunset wind chimes low and resonant toning oooooh-aaaaah, bracing rush and sweep of air transmits that ocher timbre of September
Wasatch Mountains, September 2024. Image, my own.
Temple for Danny and Kat, with love, M
Come into the temple of my love for I am sure about its beauty and its strength
Come into the temple of my love for strength can also mean softness, stillness, peaceful respite, home
I’ve learned that lives change so quickly, so surely, that surety is difficult to process, to prepare
But one thing I am sure of is that as the sun sets and the stars rise, I will love you
Through the night, and as the sun rises on the next morn, in communion with the coming day
In shelter of our shared humanity, loyalty, commitment, love, and serenity we weather storms
Of life together, centered as we enter into the temple of our love