I’m being watched.
The wide-open eye of the moon
sees through my filmy curtain,
pulls the cover off my sleep,
draws me to her hypnotic gaze.
I attempt to cobble dream wisps
into my night awakening,
but all that might be sensical
is incinerated in her white light
absorbed into Her aliveness —
Her unhurried whirling dance
unveiling the naked darkness
disappearing and returning
in the thinnest veil
our eyes detect —
thread by thread exposing
her cloak of light.
Now in fullness
her mercurial pouring,
shimmering back
like a signaling lighthouse,
calling her story out of us
in rhythms of gaping time,
enchanting the rise and sway
of the ocean and each creature’s
throbbing birth.
White Goddess
Rib of the Earth—
our awakened dream.