Moonrise


With a breath of freshly fallen rain,
ripe moon filled my window.
Evening brushed a shoulder
in intimate greeting as I leaned
into the wind.

Sleep, the reluctant virgin–
no dream lovers would find me
in their bed, no dreams
would catch me in oblique webs.

I was prepared to fly with owls
to find my night vision.
Surrendering to the lunar pull,
my crown formed a funnel
for unshadowed light.

I bathed in moon’s clarity
until her cool view unfettered
my mind and opened windows
into the dreamless.

Still hungry to reach beyond habit,
I called on wolves and satyrs
for the nature of things; wise
voices called back and together
we howled at the moon.
 
By Carol Alena Aronoff
 


Carol Alena Aronoff, Ph.D., psychologist and writer, co-authored Practical Buddhism: The Kagyu Path and published Compassionate Healing: Eastern Perspectives. Her poems have appeared in Comstock Review, Potpourri, Poetic Realm, Poetica, Mindprints, Dream Fantasy International, Beginnings, Hawaii Island Journal, In Our Own Words, Theater of the Mind, Animals in Poetry, From the Web, Heartlodge, Tiger’s Eye and Out of Line. She received a prize in the Common Ground spiritual poetry contest and is a Pushcart Prize nominee. Her chapbook, Cornsilk, was published by Indian Heritage Council in 2004; her illustrated poetry book, The Nature of Music, and an expanded, illustrated Cornsilk were published by Pelican Pond in 2006. Her Soup Made the Moon Weep was published by Pelican Pond in 2007. Currently, Carol Aronoff resides in a rural area of Hawaii–working her land, meditating in nature and writing.