Madder
The moon is outside my window
Tugging at my gut
Pulling me inside out
Calling me to rise into the night
To sleep walk into the dawning world
The moon is shining its spot
On my emptiness
On my umbilical cordlessness
As I lay awake in the night
Waiting for the clock
To strike breakfast
I pass one hungry hour
With rice milk from my closet
Where I store it for myself
I manage to recall
The mixed nuts I once kept there
But they are trashed now
Along with all that upsets my stomach
I must be free of pain
So tell me moon
In your luminosity
What do you reveal?
What do you encounter in me?
What sort of fish am I?
A fish without a school?
Resting in this pool of lunar light
Passing time until it is safe
To enter the world
Without fear for my safety
No longer reckless
With desire and longing
With eruptions from the pit of my hunger
Tearing at my too small self
Raw like lava
Fierce fire rock made soft
Rising up softly, slowly
Only to sear its way
Into the day and night
Forging a path for itself
Finding new ground
I bleed red lava blood
I glow in the dark
As you cast a cool light
Upon my heat
I am the mad one
Madder than you, you lunatic
I am mad
Mad at it all
Mad at myself
Mad at the world
Mad at the past
Mad at the future
Mad at you
All mad
And you shine upon my madness
And witness the emerging
Of what matters
Catherine J. Moore Copyright © 2008 All Rights Reserved
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