Memoir National Poetry Month Nature Poetry Writing

Poet on a Rock

The moon
all but a ghost
this morning
faces the sun
with eyes tilted
and welcomes the day.
From the trail below
I watch them greet
each other
in the sky and
at once I am
nothing but
atoms and poetry
in a cosmic breeze,
whirling in space,
witness to miracles.

Poem ©2023, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gif

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