yes another moon poem

under a full moon

immersed in liquid
light
touching the bark of cottonwood
looking for spirit in flesh
under the white eye of eternity's window

breathing
the tenuousness
of feeling the movement
even after
spinning suns into stars

trees burst into white
circling
and radiating
loudly
into my lungs

transforming dreams
the wind keeps carrying away
into mantras colliding against planets

like sunlit paper
becoming a moon washed landscape

listen

to the sound of the legs of
two spasmodic ants
gathering birdseed
from the grays and greens
of lichen

intimacies

shadows

of sunlit rocks
in tandem with
piñon trees
fragrant
baking in the late september sun
over sandstone warmth

gleams of tiny shards sparkle
trapped by glass made of breath
vanishing under the weight
of clouds on the horizon

heart pumping
reptilian energy in the juniper
light shining into the green
flesh slivered into
a brown bark glow
of crust and canopy