waxing moon {blue}

you are inside one year of my gradual descent into a life i never meant

you are inside the rows and lines of my swallowed up and overwhelmed disappearing

you are inside the measures of solitude that swam through, seeking some thing unnamed

you are inside the Fall, the spiraling colors, the diving greens

you are inside the dead December, when morning left and the star rose

you are catching gleams of its glitter every few weeks

you are inside the stone i carried with me through Spring

you are tilting the rainbow, spooling its milkiness around my mirror in rings

you are inside the dining room table in my mother’s house

you are marbling the pitch

and i am marveling behind

this is not the first time i have seen the blue

but this is the first time the blues have drifted to me, in secret notes, in so many silent slips of paper

this is what i remember:

the prologue of plenty

the gratitude gathering & accumulating brilliance

the practice of care, of consuming contentment, slowly, sacredly

the slide of a beginning and the deepening of the blues

affirmations for the waxing moon are now on view at the hare lund gallery, click here for a free tour.