moonshine
from a distance the world appears
half illuminated, an asterisk
glancing the unlit shoulder,
a footnote of sun amending unseen
mountains and rivers, restless and hard
to measure without eating the arid
or sinking deep in the shifting
as solid makes its way to sand.
lightning, a lucid ricochet
that splits the sky in an instant,
provoked by the heavens and all
they inhabit, the silt of the unnamed,
veining black into blue and white,
scatters the soft lining of another evening.
the round heel of the moon
glimmers in the dusty pools
of someone’s basement,
gliding across deserts, oceans,
and living room carpets.
we grow tired of learning
to starve without staggering.
we want for what shines, what slides
full and naked, rippling tides,
startling the placid, precipitation
slipping the smile from the somnolent,
smothering the smell of dry facts,
the sad and the sated, science,
the ritual of allowing the other
to analyze the ancient.
even the experts, god,
cannot completely unmask
without turning off the lights.
stanza 3, lines 3-5. Yes.
And yes I’ve twittered. Will we twitter together?
Emily
February 23, 2009 at 10:25 pm
i like the new look of your blog…..looks light-hearted and carefree. could it be the approach of summer that’s making everyone in school so dang happy??? can’t wait to read more of your writing. miss you!
Renee
April 21, 2009 at 9:25 pm
Hi,
my names treska. i Am doing my HSC (final school year) major work, in NSW Astralia. I am doing my major work as an essay on happiness, and was wondering if i could use your photo; ‘the secret to happiness is’ on the cover, i would give full credit and referencing. its just the perfect photo!
Treska
Treska Hawkins
May 18, 2009 at 12:08 am
Hi Treska,
Thanks for commenting. Unfortunately, this image is not mine: http://urbanprankster.com/2008/12/public-poster-project/ You can probably get in contact with the original artist for permissions through the link posted in this reply.
Thanks!
jess
May 18, 2009 at 7:22 pm