To the Moon, 4 a.m.
To the Moon, 4 a.m.
I thought I was the only one up,
but there you were, turning the kitchen windows
into blue stairwells.
My eyes climbed to the surprise
of your brightness, a not-quite-sphere of light that redeemed
this whole muddled night,
the unexpected that was exactly
as it should be,
for which I thank you,
(for which I thank you.)
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A poem for Kerry O’Connor’s moon micro poetry challenge on real toads.
Another version for those interested.
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To the Moon, 4 a.m.
I thought I was the only one up,
but there you were, turning the kitchen windows
into blue stairwells.
My eyes climbed to the surprise
of your brightness–a not-near-sphere of light that redeemed
this muddled night, its inconstancy
as reliable as the breath, or death, a circle not
wholly seen.
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ManicDDaily 
February 19, 2017 at 9:55 pm
I love this piece. Your work never disappoints.
This is my favorite section:
“there you were, turning the kitchen windows
into blue stairwells.
My eyes climbed to the surprise
of your brightness”
February 21, 2017 at 10:12 pm
Hey lemon j. Tried to go to your piece but missed it . So sorry! Thanks for kind words. I’m guessing this is shawna. Hope all well. K.
February 19, 2017 at 10:57 pm
It’s sort of mystic but wonderful when we are the only one up at four. We might expect all sorts of troubles but in general, life goes on.
I truly was up this morning just after four, I peeked out the front window and there was a rabbit sitting on the front walk. It was there about the same time yesterday morning, both times just sitting.
Should I “expect” it to be there again for the third time in the morning?
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February 19, 2017 at 11:18 pm
Love both versions of this! Your first stanza is a knockout!
February 20, 2017 at 12:45 am
The first one seemed to me so perfect that the second now seems like gilding the lily, a bit over-complicated. But if I had seen it first … who knows?
February 20, 2017 at 2:03 am
Both versions have their unique appeal, but I really love the second version. The inconstancy and non-reliability, the moon lends to the night, makes the whole thing more real to me… and strangely alive.
February 20, 2017 at 10:14 am
I love both versions!! You have flair for poignant and mesmerizing imagery, K ❤️
February 20, 2017 at 12:09 pm
It is these moments, so easily bypassed, which serve to teach us certain truths about existence.
February 21, 2017 at 5:47 am
Ah, just beautiful, like moonglow at 4 am.
March 11, 2017 at 3:26 am
hi K. this piece (both versions) have that ‘a-ha!’ quality – as though i had written it myself, as though we’ve both seen this 4 am (except your view is more eloquent than my early morning mumblings.)
it’s good to see you write. and i think i understand perfectly well why you’ve been quiet. i hope – well, maybe I’ve given up hope – but i nonetheless hope things improve for you. ~
March 18, 2017 at 6:56 am
Dear Michael,
Thanks so much for your kind comment and concern. The blogging has been impossible for me and I don’t know that I’ll go back very soon, but I really did enjoy it while I did it, especially for the interactions with people like you, and the opportunity to read your work. I am feeling better. Take care, k.
March 19, 2017 at 2:35 pm
I am wondering if it is worth posting drawings as I am doing quite a few of those. I don’t know if people are interested though they are certainly quick to look at!
March 19, 2017 at 3:26 pm
we are definitely interested in the drawings. please do post!