Thursday, April 02, 2015



Today's nudge in a poetry-making direction is "to take your gaze upward, and write a poem about the stars."

Our time in La Manzanilla is coming to an end. This week Samana Santa madness has taken over the town and the beaches and the place is rocking. So many place to eat on the street. So many vendors selling kites and peanuts and cookies and jewelry and mangos on a stick. So much laughter.

And it's multi-generational. I love that about here. Yesterday I watched as two people around my age helped an old lady into the ocean. Waves were coming in, bashing her. Rocks underfoot. But she had someone on either side of her and she was in her element.

I'm all but cross-eyed, wanting to sleep. Here's my unprepossessing poem. Sort of about stars.


You. First star I’ve seen tonight.
Wonder who saw you first.

Wonder if that belt of Orion’s is one-size-fits-all.
And you. Planet near the moon.

Slide down a little. There, that’s it.
Big Dipper will scoop you up.

There’s the Way, flung from the hand
of who-knows-who, who-knows-what

at the feet of the universe.
Wonder at the silence,

wonder at the light.
Wonder at the wonder of it all.


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