Reflections

This poem was inspired by a photograph taken by artist James Rainsford who is featured tonight over at dVerse Poets Pub, on the subject “Patterns Pictures and Poems.”  I used the photo “Reflections” as a poem prompt and scrawled this out in five minutes and left it as is.  Kinda fun.  Go check out Rainsford! Some talent!

Photo Copyright: James Rainsford. Used with permission:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

REFLECTIONS

A black menagerie of life

I’m walking dark paths, manecured

for my foreign feet

I can barely see, the moon shafts glow

through the canopy, electric on the toes of my Chucks

forward forward

the leaves shush in the air streams

just above a whisper

it’s cold, my shoes scrape;

outside of myself I wake in this dark

beautiful place

I look up and see moon spreading

on water cradled by trees, dark petals

huddling the shore;

I see myself now mirrored–

I see it–still, at last, on the surface

my blood running in cool currents

I’d forgotten before to breathe in darkness–

that it was okay

to let mother moon hide and then shine–

it was okay

to be lost

the darkness will find

a reflection.