this window is just the idea of sky in the same way hands merely suggest caress human hearts imagine more than what is given this ceaseless invocation is hope and is the reason for so many moon songs © Sarah Whiteley
the boat of course is metaphor though it is, undeniably, night and fingers do trail over the side, but also over stern and bow it is also true that we do move as water - that hair cascades and skin ripples but that again is … Continue reading boating at night
certain books stay hidden – those in which loss and love exist without conclusion and at times I may crack them – draw new maps to old places, new creatures of known constellations, and let the moon out into the room once more, to rest … Continue reading a poet’s levy
morning blushes when she realizes where she is and the moon still alight travels through her down the hill toward its own reflection an early crow sitting on the tip of the pine scolds them both for tarrying © Sarah Whiteley
turtles are the only traffic here - moving slowly landward with the June-shadowed moon under palely trailing feet and a torrent of stars all day, the sea bloomed - bursting brilliant in white florets against the sand but at night, the upsurge eased and sun-brushed … Continue reading night swimming in Tulum
the insistence of clouds makes of this a barely moon - a struggle against the low skies of winter and yet yesterday I watched a robin stridently pipe his wish for a willing wife from the top of the power pole spring, though still disguised … Continue reading almost spring moon
I am transfixed by the kiss of sickle moon to black pine against infinite ink of sky © Sarah Whiteley Anyone else catch that large and glorious crescent moon in the sky a few nights ago? So beautiful!