POET, SONGWRITER, CLIMATE ACTIVIST

Written for a friend going through a rough time, after we took a trip to Plum Island National Seashore, north of Boston. The clouds were making funny patterns across the moon – and seemed to be offering us solace & laughter.

Here comes the moon

    High above the water

Here comes the moon

  Ranging ‘cross the sky

Here come the clouds

    With all their many voices

Here come the clouds

   With their faces awry

Lit by the night

    Like a fritillary memory

Or a candle wick

  With the world turned inside

Out --- comes the sea

    With its never-ending choices

And its one intent

  And its circling tides

            Bridge:

            Lay we down

              Upon the sand

          Heavy hearts

              Upon the land

          Horsehead above

              And tigering strand

          Giggling pig

              And flickering hand

World begin

    Over and over

Stretch your skin

   And around we go

Almond toes

     And ocean before us

East of the eagle

  And west of the glow

Seek the way in

    Over and over

Touch me a sound

   And sing me your mind

Laugh me the moon

    Thread you a pathway

Over the dunes and day after day…