Lost in moon’s shadow, we amble on,
seeking perfect ignorance,
a state of earned astonishment,
a million lost items of memory.
Every day a new beginning,
an immense reservoir of patience tried,
gathering evidence & blandishments,
striving toward change.
The loss is cumulative.
Leave vengeance to the gods
& choose your play token.
Each hour leans forward slightly,
hunched toward a greater becoming.
Voyage proclaimed as salvation cruise
battles invidious plague
of rippling boredom.
Each night darkness tries
to erase ruinous harm,
to provide familiar soundtrack
to wilder dreams that traduce us
into confusion, heightened collusion
between us & conscience departing
in the radiance of new morning.
The wings beat loudly in retreat,
peepers bleating songs that
enchant setting moon.
This is it, the one story,
splendor of indifferent nature
infusing reality with truth,
ignored but insistent,
in the key of the night air,
singing to us with radiance
of ever enlightened grace.
"Consecration," by Gary Glauber
Gary Glauber is a poet, fiction writer, teacher, and former music journalist. His two collections, Small Consolations (Aldrich Press) and Worth the Candle, (Five Oaks Press) and a chapbook, Memory Marries Desire (Finishing Line Press), are available through Amazon.