NOCTURNE

I’ve been sitting up at night again
with the moon,
slipped between the still wet grass and darkness
gazing skyward
into the unlit deep.
Silence is a blanket,
the mystery that surrounds us.
Many things arrive on their own
away from the light,
many thoughts that go unanswered
during the day.
I look at the sky –
the deepening of color,
the blue and gray and white releasing
echoes of the tide...
If only I could wrap the moon in darkness.


Words and image by Sarah Rehfeldt. Please do not copy without my permission.

Poem published in "Listen: A Seeker's Resource for Spiritual Direction," Vol. 6: Issue 3 (July 2012);
reprinted in FLAR, vol. 4, issue 1 (Spring 2016).