Bio Note: My poems are often prompted by current news stories. Excitement/fear around the AI app ChatGPT, the moon-like surveillance balloon lurking above us for awhile, ongoing war and climate catastrophe, to name a few. Good news is writing poetry is wonderfully therapeutic (but, you all know that!). Will be reading poems on two different zoom events soon.
Let Me Let Go Enough
Slate gray river, I saw you shining last night. Don’t know if it was comet or satellite, but something hovered above you, beaming bright. Your ripples were alive with conversation. What is it you and the stars discussed while I lurked at our windows, binoculars in hand, trying to read the mystery as sleep evaded me in those hours when all is quiet, when most are asleep, dreaming. Seeking ease of mind, I take to peeping— the night sky so full of wonder—permitting escape, expansion, release from narrow parameters. The riparian zone is far reaching, as is the celestial one. There are really no borders where we try to place them, wanting to impose order that suits our desire for conquest. My zone extends beyond the container of skin and bones I call Body. If I liquify into ripples like a river, I can flow, I can fly. Last night I traveled to the stars, searching for peace. Treading water in the glittering swells let me let go enough to float into dawn.
©2023 Marjorie Moorhead
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