by Irene McKinney

None of this is personal, not the way you'd think.
The moon keeps on traveling and I can see it
from my balcony each night and each night
different but it's not my own, not like we want

things to be our very own. But it sways me
nevertheless and stands in for certain losses
and gains and for even that much I'm grateful.
I stand at the back door and stare.

please note: photo by stephanie anderson ladd from owlandcrow


  1. It's a beautiful photo, and a lovely poem that speaks of so much more than the moon. Thank you for sharing it.

  2. Well now, I beg to differ. It does indeed seem intensely personal.


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