A BIRTHDAY POEM FOR SARAH: AUNT KAREN
Dear Sarah,
I wrote this remembering you as a little girl looking out the car window and asking, “why is the moon following me?”
Your Mom probably said something like, “because it’s protecting you.”
All of your loved ones together are the voice of the moon.
WHITE YONDER
How can they know
who you have become
in one fierce year
of inner transport ?
Can’t they see your
particles dissolve
and subsequently
become pure light?
How can they reach you
their ownselves out of reach
as you consciously speak
your deep sanity?
How can they take away
what dreams you into
the white yonder
the voice of the moon?
Loving you
on your birthday.
~Aunt Karen
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