Snow Moon
setting in a dawn blanket
nightlights still glinting
my feet on frosty deck
Quick awakening
I find less to be said and more silence in my seventh decade. Or maybe it’s just that my vision of my life is much clearer and inclines me more often to gratitude, as well as to grief. Life is indeed a puff of wind, and whether we return, as I believe we do, it’s not with the same life. Still, a thread of wisdom is being woven in each experience, strand by strand strengthening the long and longer view. I have glimpses of where I may have been and where I’m heading. I feel lucky in a way that’s hard to describe. Though, you know, that’s what poets do.
I Woke Up With Aces
If it’s a poker game, reincarnation,
the roulette wheel of eight-million-lives,
my chances were slim,
yet here I am, standing in the light
that streams from a hidden place
within. Still wondering
which dawn I’ve arrived to,
and how such luck descended
this Crown upon my head
Thanks, Emily.
The luck that came is like light
gleaming everywhere, even in dust
or death, that toothless tiger,
if you look him in the eye,
powerless to impress upon us the notion of time
once you have set foot in its absence.
Poor time! Up against such good fortune
as every being will find
at their later stages, the round
of births, and death
waiting like a happy parent
for their tassel-capped child to cross
the stage and receive her due, a scroll that says,
You are ready to see, at last. It’s all about love
and always ever has been. Aces.
Rachel Dacus, 2023
More new poetry February 2023 to come!
Rachel Dacus – Poetry Collections
Newest poetry book: Arabesque
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