Earth’s Cry (Shadows Implied)

I sleep best on those nights when we slip out of the garments of artificial light and secret our naked souls onto the upper deck filling our bodies with wine poured from the drinking gourd and placing Polaris at our backs trace the paths of the wanderers sometimes with a telescope to look at the bright drops of imagination that circle Jupiter where they say we may find life beneath the ice of Europa which always brings me back to Earth’s Cry and when yawn turns to yawn and all the wine is gone the game begins of cocooning between the chilly sheets without the rudeness of lights to break the spell and open our eyes to the reality of night fears.

The bright cry of earth

Wanderer in the night sky

She is of the dance

 

© Jilly’s Poem & Photo

Please join us at dVerse where we are writing in the Haibun form.

Our Haibun prompt is Shadows; forgive me if I wrote rather loosely on that topic.  This is perhaps more about the lack of shadows or the implied shadows.  It’s what flowed from these fingers today!