Blood Moon Denoument

The final hue of lavender on a wind-messed day,

Families on the way out down the long pink shadows

From where they floated in smiles through ocean ruffles,

The surface pearl perhaps embodying what they feel.

The ball drops from a cloud like phosphorescent Jupiter

As the misty docks display their night-time lights.

The anger has been in the air all day, just ready to be held

But the foam rolls in so sweet and warm, and the fire

As it dissolves tells nothing of the way things went.

The madness seems so ordinary, the unreasonable requests

That were impossible to ignore, the judgments, the shaming,

Seem colorings from another realm on the surrendering shore.

What now is only glistening cools in the arriving collapse

Of all that once was righteous and refused to change its course.

How easy everything moved out of its willful way

Despite whatever ridicule came with the flailing.

How natural it seems in a light that begins its dimming
As birds and children extricate themselves from having to see

What consciousness insists are higher, wiser thoughts,

These perverse insistences that gravity means nothing.