Kaleidoscope Moon

poem

every time i look
you look different,
you with your game face on

constant thumping
of harbor waters
patch of shore

heart in chest
yet energy connects
with the sun

bird in cage
can sing
yet what of blue sky

words got caught in her windpipe
the way the moon looks caught
in November branches

but this is all a matter of perception,
words aching
for the outside air

staying centered
allowing some time . . . . .
moon, un-caught,
sails free again

words from heart
shall sing again
into night
and bright blue skies

what prompts
such a release of notes
and emotion
is anyone’s guess

the un-thing of all this
is not trying to nail it down,
not saying “got it!”

listen for how we roll with the phases,
how the moon-tides prompt
the welling-up of
heart notes song

how the words
can free themselves
from the windpipe
like an autumn wind suddenly freeing
leaf after leaf after leaf . . . . .
from tree after tree after tree . . . . .
or doves startled from the lawn
helicoptered into air above
or how you simply
must tell someone
”i love you”
windpipe suddenly whistling
full moon sailing—
until sunrise fades the star-drenched sea
while simultaneously adding another kind of sparkling
sun into water

this is all done with bendable mirrors
and various lights
bouncing off
and on

if “i love you” is not coded with this
true light reflection
then the love will fade,
so it’s not in the words per se
or how they’re said, rather in the
heart notes song
finding the outside air


Mankh (Walter E. Harris III) writes, publishes, gardens, travels a holistic mystic Kaballah-rooted pathway staying in touch with Turtle Island. To find out more about his writings, publishings, podcasts, presentations at . . . . Allbook Books

(image public domain: https://picryl.com/topics/kaleidoscope+art/artscope)