Within The Blue
blues the night descending
trying to name
a single color
and giving up
the night descending cape of summer
in the mountains held to the stars
there’s only this listening
and the river beneath these legs
only this bridge
and the moon watching itself change
with the current
only the frogs and crickets
holding this hearing aloft
from within the water’s heart
willows and cottonwoods fuller and fuller
this bridge which from dragonflies and flycatchers
could’ve been woven
wishing I could share this with another poet
just the moon breaking apart and coming together
- © John Rock 2021
John Rock grew up on the shores of Lake Michigan in the United States and spent many years near Lake Superior living in a wall tent working on poems, but now lives in a yurt by the Pacific ocean and is still working on poems. More poems and novels available at johnrockpoetry.com
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