Pissing and Writing Under the Moon

A sonnet of love and amazement

Poet’s photo of the scene an hour after I saw what inspired the poem. An hour earlier at 430 am it was too dark for the phone to capture the yellow quarter moon between the two tallest trees on the hill.

Step outside on porch to relieve myself
ahh, 30 degrees cooler whence I ran
early morn’ moon rising over hill’s shelf
smiling twixt two trees captures mine eyes span

I love Rhiannon’s waxing quarter phase
‘specially yellow large on horizon
would my phone capture what our eyes gaze
left with hope words spark imagination

At once my thoughts reach out to Sitara
wishing upon stars she sees what I see
Yet knowing her eyes within aurora
and her arms hugging with intensity

and while I’m fixated on crescent lune
she urges I see the whole of the moon

In Rama I create, with soul energy surging through my body, inspiring me and breathing wind into my sails,

Marcus (Gregory Maidman)