waking in the dark, no dancing

waking in the dark- no dancing
this morning offers moon gazing,
sky grazing a half-pint milky moon
straining for a tune, the cow has
vanished behind some low hanging
clouds, like linens on a clothes line
flapping in a chilly wind from the north
soon sunrise from the east, softens
the beast in me who holds her life
together in a loose assemblage
oh beauty--how the light allows
us all to look most favorably,
without a crystal ball,
the divining
is just
the truth
shining
a mirror
back to earth
revitalizing all
its inhabitants--
and now we can
dance, dance dance!

~kate lamberg (c) '18