Moon’s up
Shane Howard, Gurrumul
…my country
I’m dancing light into night
microlights dotting the hills
this boat’s a rockin’
like dolphins are nudging it from underneath
outside, rowboat
oars slap, slap
darkness spills
nature, a universal home
touchstone to a defined home
boat speeding toward me
rippling water
birds divebombing
high tide, lapping waters
clinking
clinking of bells
rush of laughter
tiny boats
human sized
Jerry Garcia land
Church of the boaty waters
all the Jonathan Livingston Seagulls in the sky
sing my boaty throaty hymns
The joy of a working harbor
tiny boat motoring into the night
in the distance
a bolt of light
a boat of light
Look up at the sky
stars in slipstream
such a sense of aliveness
voices carry
beauty wherever I turn
the sweet clanging of
boat bells
the rhythm of the waves
slowly rocking me
there is a profound feeling
of oneness with the
world, completeness
rocked back to the
cradle
how I love this
long for this
even while I’m feeling this
oh transitory joy
transitory bliss
transitory life
the beauty, the
beauty of it all
rush of water
rush of wind
rush of air
and my feet
like rocks on a
tilting earth
I am alive
Deepening night
darkening night
jangle jangle
slow rock slap
flow
howl of dog wolves
in distance
distant
rumble on
waters of a connected
world – flow like
Blood through my veins
A flash of boat fire
surge of joy
of boats seen
leaning on my boat
head tipped to a
sky swept to infinity
I feel like I’m
on the roof of
the world here
on sunset’s bow
a misty rain
cloud crossing
a sickle moon
all alight, all aflame
in my soul
spirit sparked
jangle jangle
the lit world
I feel so alive
rushing water
rushing life
light and life
rushing air jangle
memory of the great birds
Pelicans
swooping, swooning low
as I step
outside my
boat into morning
light
that fierce
direct connection
to nature through
birds wings
flutter by
jangle jangle
wildness
Oh deep joy
slap slap
jingle jangle
that moon again
I am alive
the newness
fully awake and present
to this moment in
my life
rushing wind now
And all around
infinite stillness
energy vibrating
pulsing this world
clang clang clang
wake up
it’s now
it’s all now
our moment of aliveness
is now
clang clang
feet steady
head tipped
to the infinite sky
conversations carry
from waterfront cafes
caches of people
inky hills
dotted lights
I swivel round
constancy of
waters
boats tucked up
to the sleeping world
voices carry
clang clang
lights striking through
the night sky
sweet rippling waters
sweet sleeping waters
constancy
is melodic
so too is the
changing tide
yellow moon
so big
lamp moon
hovering in the sky
mythic moon
boat lamps
twinkling winking
moon lamp
aglow in the sky
sky dark
tiny pinprick stars
show their faces
sky sparks
play their dance with
a low slung moon
moon river
could be playing
it’s a moon bay moony night
a swoony night
with that moon swinging low
sweet chariot
I am carried home
in my heart
in the lilt and tilt of the night
poetic
sweet
velvety
forever night
How magical it all is
here I stand
here I flow
tone and texture
music and art
voice and play
A night for creatures
emotional heart
of creation
kindred spirits
bound to that
yellow moon
so wondrous
suspended
above a
Sausalito tide
Jane Sloane
Sausalito