Two Poems Inspired By Moon Light Poem by Daniel Brick

I

The pale glow of the Moon
enters my night space.
I summoned this visitation
by my fidelity to the Night,
and she has responded
in a gracious display of
nocturnal readiness.
Massive clouds swirl above.
but a corridor remains
for moonlight to descend.
I look up, the Moon looks down:
ours is a partnership of
visions meshed together, sealed.
a single reality. The colors and
shapes of Moonlight convey something
akin to words. And tonight
the message is: "Expect nothing."

II

Doubt spreads itself everywhere
in a vast field of mist admitting
no light. Many, no longer willing
to resist, surrender to this
gradual darkness; they are pleased
by the comfort of not thinking
things through... I have learned
how to move in this dim landscape,
I have learned how to wait for
the return of light, I have learned.
Perhaps, in some mysterious way,
I am a part of this return, an agonized
witness to the increasing darkness,
soon to become a herald of the arrival.
Those who are more sensitive, and
see more, see further, saw this:
"EXPECT NOTHING AND ALL WILL BE GIVEN."

(This poem is a response to "Confabulation, " Baharak
Barzin's Address to the Moon.)