In my indie IIPosted: February 7, 2014
Half moon bright around the edges –
the incandescence piercing through the thin cloud;
around it a cluster of stars –
each demanding close inspection
but not comparison.
A sheet of cloud drifts by –
headed north to join the blanket over the mountain.
A potent but mild wind blows from the south east,
as if to say: all that is missing is her.
So that got me thinking:
as much as my senses are relishing
this rare indulgence of contemporary living —
the soundtrack to this night
is not one of nature —
neither the sound of the wind blowing,
nor the Egyptian geese quacking
in the little park across the garden —
but instead the music coming out of the mp3 player….
Instantly I realise that
even though I can’t have it all
it is all for me.
© Heath Muchena, 2014