Movement Poem by Florence Clark

Movement(1985)


So much of my life
I've been sleeping through the moonlight:
All that passion going on about me—
How I've ignored the stars.

Now, at last,
I'm waking up to darkness,
a country without borders,
with no one to question, surmise,
or shake down my silence
and see the mist rise.

The moon tonight,

slipping across the snow,
dissolving,
the full moon bled:
Layers of fear—glazed ice,
like the moon escaping,
like desire fed.