The contemplative life
of the kitchen spider
was extinguished
on the eve of the
blue moon full moon
yet neither made a sound.
The spider –
in the horror of invasion
and slow death –
was silent.
The moon –
in its rare and wild
traverse across heaven –
was silent.
Yet my mind chattered endless –
what small worries creep?
what large burdens travel?
what of death? and heaven?
This contemplative life
aches for the enviable silence.
IMAGE: Blue Moon, Terry Frost, 1952. POEM ©2018, Jen Payne. National Poetry Month 2018, #1. If you like this poem, then…
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I like this one. Happy Easter, Jen!