Moonlight in the Rockies
Step away from the fire, see the moon give light
to shadow. Moonflowers abloom here, ruffled
white trumpets; scions of nightshade invite secrets
spelled into the words by which we tell our stories.
Step away from the flame, see an orb open wide
absorbing our attention in rounds of reflection
and crescents of blues; nightmares of unbridled
animus id wolf ghost.
Oh, how a super moon spins our wild desires
to fly the kite of dream whose string we clutch.
The new moon, an eyelid opens a quarter, half—
shining its slanted light on the sands of history;
beams the tether strings to the salty tales we tell
of how the hell we came to be.
A solar moon born in fire, dressed in myth
an epic of one and one and on into a dozen
wolf, snow, worm, pink,
flower, strawberry,
buck, sturgeon, harvest,
hunter, beaver, cold.
Columns of light shining for every month
as named by the Shoshone in another way
freezing, coyotes, warming,
melting, budding, summer-
starting, summer, hot,
fall, rutting, cold, winter.
nights inviting moonflower-guides who say,
“Step away from the fire. Let the howling begin.”
Author: Margaret Koger
Photo: Robert Keane on Unsplash
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