POCKET THE SUN, REACH FOR THE SUN, and RIVER OF DAYS’ PALE SUN from James Goertel’s new poetry collection, Under The Same Moon, nod to longer days, the sun’s reappearance in a formerly evening sky, but to thoughts both light and dark.
put away the day
and all that touched you
without your consent:their eyes,
Pull the moon
from your own mouth
and let night find your smile
with its shine of stars.
whose seas have turned red with the murder of the moon.
Hold tightly to the frail remnants of humanity
in the face of man’s inhumanity to man, to woman, to child.
Reach for the sun turned pallid, turned pale,
its sallow shine is all that remains, all we can offer tomorrow.
RIVER OF DAYS’ PALE SUN
(In Memory of Camille Claudel)
… and it was my life that was flowing slowly;
river of days’ pale sun through veins,
the blood of years aging beneath
month after month of a moon’s
mutable face reflected upon
the surface of the water
but never moving
and it was my life that was flowing slowly…