The Dip Between Hills and Peaks
Soft swift sunset sweeps across dry grass
And tiny gaps between tight-lined almond
Black bellied starlings perch on stringed
Power lines with weathered wings waiting to
Black outline of factory pipes and towers
In front of vibrant oranges and pinks and
A soft divide between end of daylight
And dawn of night time plays in shifting
Day tomorrow may bring blistered heat
Or shifting breeze but this moment sings
When the Moon First Saw the Sun
I wonder what the moon thought when she first saw the sun.
Was she jealous of her radiance or did she smile, stretch out a hand,
And say, “Hello, friend. Let’s walk a ways together.”
I wonder what the sun thought when she first saw the moon.
Was she drawn to her pale mystique or unimpressed?
And did she say, “Yes, dear. A walk would be so nice.”?
I wonder if today they think back with fondness and love.
Was it love at first sight or did they take some time
And space to understand who they were?
I think perhaps we’ll never know
But I’d like to think it was magical.