It was for a time necessary,
this soft porch light painting
everything in a hazy ray.
The moon looking down
with gentle eyes. The scene
taking on an artistic quality.
For a moment you forget
the hail and rain that came
before, remembering only
a tranquil breeze and the calm
that came after. Your Milky Way brain
tinged with only things that brighten.
You become poet and astrologer.
Yesterday’s rainbow still in
your mind’s view. You choose to forget
the unbending hardwoods or how
the horizon constantly shifted.
Tonight you only see light,
and your forest green heart banishes nothing.
How certain you are of daisies and clover.
You don’t acknowledge the stone wall or
how you stubbed your soul. Knowing you’ll be
nostalgic until the old ache decides
to diminish and finally moves along.
For now you avoid the pine needles,
and carry on.