Moonset

starry-night

Moonset
Blind Man at the Gate

Last night I watched the moonset
From where I sat
It was half past eleven
Between Longs and Ypsilon
There I sat
With the moonset
In the enfolding dark
Growing colder
Knowing
I’m growing older
And time flies
But still I sat
Long past midnight
Under Rocky Mountain skies
Until the stars came out
I saw the Big Dipper
And the Milky Way smear
Seven meteorites
And one satellite
I hope it wasn’t inflicting cable news
On God’s good earth
BREAKING NEWS
Theater shootings are a thing now
When I was a kid we saw shoot ‘em up Westerns in theaters
But they don’t make imposters like John Wayne anymore
(T-Bone Burnett said that)
Now we have real shoot ‘em ups
In…
Theaters
Schools
Malls
Churches
Anywhere
Because Americans have a right
To act like John Wayne
“Bang! Bang! You’re dead!”
But it makes me wonder
When will America grow up
And act like an adult?
I don’t know. . .
Then shooting star number seven
Calls me away from the madness here below
And I remember something about
Each night giving a little grace
To help wipe away the sins of the day
Time to sleep
And dream of peaceful things
The moon sets
The sun also rises

BZ

(The artwork is Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh)

  • Gerald Lewis

    They would not listen, they’re not listening still
    Perhaps they never will

  • Jason upton

    Poetry without metaphor is extraordinarily present! So good

  • Dan Rosado

    Love this, BZ. Don’t stop writing poetry.