I can't sleep…
Here are five (5) separate poems from Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry by Jim Harrison & Ted Kooser that all reference the Moon. All beautiful. All made me think. My favorite: No. 4.
No. 1:
A welcome mat of moonlight
on the floor.
Wipe your feet before getting into bed.
No. 2:
The moon put her hand
over my mouth and told me
to shut up and watch.
No. 3:
A house will turn itself
to catch a little moonlight
on a bedpost.
Rob Firchau @ The Hammock Papers points us to a wonderful story at the Audubon Magazine titled: What It’d Take to Build a Human-Sized Robin’s Nest.
Find Rob’s post here: Nest.
And be sure to click through. Wonderful Story.
[…] whales sing the same song,
all of them, across the globe
in the chill of the Arctic
and while lazing through the Pacific for a year
and suddenly change their tone,
all of them at once.
The first few hours of that new language
filling the ocean with sonic waves
that ricochet wildly,
finally accidentally intersecting in such a way that is
where have you been I’ve missed you so much.
– Jenna Ogilvie, from “Rosetta Stone“
Sources: Photo and Poem via Your Eyes Blaze Out
