Sunday Selections

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Full moon says look I am
over the pinebreak, says give me
your empty glass, pour
all you want, drink, look
out through your windows of ice,
through the eyes of your needles
observe how I climb, lay aside
what you weave on your looms

and see clouds fall away
like cold silk from your shoulders,
be quiet, hear the owl coming back
to the hayloft, shake loose
your long braids and rise up
from your beds, open
windows and curtains, let light
pour like water upon your heads,

all of you women who wait, raise
the shades, throw the shutters
wide, lean from your window ledge
into the great night that beckons
you, smile back at me
and so quietly nobody can hear you
but you, whisper, “Here am I.”

– “Full Moon” Kathryn Stripling Byer

3 thoughts on “Sunday Selections

  1. This is one of my favorite poems of all time.

    It is one sentence.

    The imagery catches in my throat every single time I read it.

    The full moon is still high in the western sky as I write this morning.

    It feels like a gift.

    And a beckoning . . .

  2. Pingback: Art Journal / Dream Board #4 | Sure as the World

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