Lately Going Home

 

 

eagle gargoyles atop the roof of the lantern room
west quoddy head
lubec, maine

 

Lately Going Home

 

home where I grew  

up home

& with her the moon

rose I happen

to just look just above the spruces

& it was two past noon & she was

getting through

enough and gauzily illumed in her

cool ash-white

naked light

she seemed pinned

against her will a wrestle

against a soft blue chiaroscuro

and a being being

birthed in her mute rise she was

compromised by the absolute

of nothing even coincidently

while the tips

of the spruce trees seemed

to be teasing her face with their feathery

cone she gained

her own grey against the haze

& between her

& me

between the trees

half the globe

she was was held to  

the old broken knitted

branches they seemed open as an empty bowl

& she could be their dome she could be

the upper curve a brimless chapeau

her crown alone though & flat as bats

wings

 

but not only this coincidence moon

or sighting the

solitary nest in the crown

of another spruce: two mature enough birds

their white bright head emblematic

one sitting near the edge of the nest & one feet away watching her

watch this moon