In the Hands of the Moon

 surrendering to the hands of the moon

            salty home of the salt-lovers

            darkens its depths

for macabre beasts

           

vicious whirlpools

whip delicious krill

            for giant critters to binge

 

 

frothy and smooth

            aquatic forests

offer refuge to some

unending openness      feeds the rest

 

as in a single drop

so is the entire sea

            blind judge

                        billions of eyes probing

                        miles beneath the last ray of light

perfect             in unending change

***

(Cuenca, Ecuador -- May, 2020)

This is one of my favorite poems from this time. The style is a little dated, and the poem itself is a little dark and cryptic, but it's meant to take a look at the interconnectedness of all things and their powerlessness under the laws of nature that govern the entire universe and all of its living creatures.