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