Selenelion*  Oregon

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Selenelion*  Oregon

The moon in the valley mist shimmies upon the Manor roof:

a lady dancing in a veil, gauzy and seductive,

in the space between night and day.

She 

weaves 

in

and out

of my Venetian blinds.

 

I am alive in her blue light.

 

My words 

play

hide 

and 

seek

between the slats of light.

I am alone

and you are so far away.

 

“Can you see the moon?

 

Does the desert dress her differently?

 

Does your heat rise to cradle her body

 suspended in liquid sky?

 

Do her shards of light

slice 

your 

body

sleeping “neath the Pinyon Pine?”

 

I would be that light,

catching my hair on needles:

a shadow dancing on your tent wall:

The light

shimmering 

from my fingertips,

caressing

your face in sleep.

We are impaled with light,

the luminous flux,

spanning the Mogollon Rim to the Rogue Valley,

between Northwest Willow and Ponderosa Pine,

basking in her light bars: the earthlight cold in our morning breath,

inhaling air glow in the flutter of REM sleep.

 

She 

sets 

with 

sigh,

a whisper of movement across your face,

gliding

down 

behind tall mountains.

 

In that moment: 

Selenelion. 

You and me on a horizontal eclipse.

A refraction of light fading to daylight

 and then gone.

 

I am alone 

and you 

are

so

far 

away.

 

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*A selenelion or selenehelion occurs when both the Sun and an eclipsed Moon can be observed at the same time. This can occur only just before sunset or just after sunrise, when both bodies will appear just above the horizon at nearly opposite points in the sky.

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First published June 2015, Cacti Fur

Published by: Basicallybarb

Barbara A Meier is a poet, teacher, and mother, trying to write her way out of Kansas, anxiety and depression. Instead of indulging in feeling like garbage, trash, or rubbish, she chooses to examine the debris of her life by writing poems about it. After all as a forgiven, child of God, simultaneously saint and sinner, she is loved and cherished by her God.

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