sunlight
sneaks in through
the window
to get out
of the cold
and sits on
my bed
shivering
i pull
the covers
over it
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
sunlight
sneaks in through
the window
to get out
of the cold
and sits on
my bed
shivering
i pull
the covers
over it
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
he shines on her dark side
he knows her well
she is not ashamed
to show him who she is
new moon
conjunct me
yes
as ever
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
sunlight dance
sparkle shimmer
wind waves
shadows deep
moonlight mirror
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
as i walk to the car
i thank the universe
for the healing drops of rain on my face
and thank my lucky stars that the rain stops
once i drive to my destination
high winds animate the stagnant air
the sun smiles brightly
joy in my heart
these small events
which don’t mean anything
mean everything to me
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
When I was a kid, I was fascinated with all things outer space–planets, the moon, stars, and sun. Solar eclipses were exciting, and I remember trying to make an eclipse viewer with pieces of cardboard. There’s a total eclipse happening tonight, so in its honor, here are a trio of poems from past posts. They hint at the possibilities and flights of imagination that the heavens inspire in me.
It was only a Saturday,
and from my vantage
on the freeway,
breaks in the continuum approached
where the darkest clouds
would soon give way to brilliant sunlight.
But first, there was
an arbitrary line crossed
where sprinkling rain gave way
to blinding torrent,
deep and uncontrolled.
Time stretched out
in the shade of darkness,
all the cars in slow motion,
as God, She called to us
from the other side of the deluge,
Her sexy sky dressed
in gold and white taffeta
billowing bright.
And once there, dry and safe,
I continued to drive toward
that door of heaven.
©A. D. Joyce, 2014