Umbilical moon

Perfectly framed
            through my window
when I wake
            the moon high above the woodland
a warm creamy disk of reflected light
            a familiar point of reference
for dreams and for the exercise
            of the imagination

Under this mysterious moon
            I have sung and danced
and played and fallen in love
            It is an old friend
that never lets me down
            It speaks of processes
far beyond the human span
            of distances and intimacies
that reach deep
            into the rhythms of our blood
and into the endless tides
            of our life

John Lyons