hear ye hear ye

Della pooped on the potty.




there will be cake.

full moon, 200th post

tonight the full moon
will cast shadows through my woods
like long lost sunlight

and owls will fall from trees
silently, like leaves, like wind
into the clearing, hunting mice

and I will lie there
awake in the strangeness of light and dark
of midnight and noon
and I will watch the sky and the shadows move
while the trees stand so still

and I will feel dreams come to my doorway,
images tangled with memory and hope
and I will wish myself to sleep

and I will sleep
I will sleep
I always do.