Owl Days #30

The moon is full of unjustifiable emotion,
The truth is at 7 degrees,
The wind is angry that the past is redeemed.
All the painted gnomes are complete.
The nests high in the trees
Turned out to be for squirrels
Not wild turkeys. They call that
Learning. It's time to put
My face back on, and peel
All the masks — that of others — away
And time to let what is there
— It is never enough — be.
Wisdom will continue to be found
In the sound of absence leaving.