My poem “Dancing on the Face of the Moon” is featured on Poetry Breakfast this morning!

You can read it here Dancing of the Face of the Moon,

or below:

Just this side of midnight, I stepped outside –

an attempt to snag the tail of a summer breeze.

Slowly, a shadow crept over me.

Night turned darker than blackness itself

and I could not see a thing.

I was frightened at first, then I realized

the moon was simply trapped

by obscure clouds.

From the darkened sky, rain began to fall,

blindly tumbling to the ground.

I watched. I waited.

When the moon re-appeared,

I saw puddles on the pavement

and, I swear, they were calling my name!

Joy overtook me and I became a child.

Discarding my shoes, I launched into play;

splashing, prancing, twirling and leaping

from one wet patch to another.

To catch my breath, I slowed to a sway,

and hugged myself with happy arms.

As I bent to and fro, misty moonlight

winked at me

from the raindrops clinging to the trees.

I glanced at my feet and met the moon;

his reflection captured briefly

in the puddle where I danced.

I knelt to touch him,

a caress for the perfect partner he had been;

leading me so aptly

I didn’t even know that he was there.

We smiled at one another, then I stood

and proceeded once again

to dance on the face of the moon.