Pink Moon, by Bethany Rivers

Pink Moon 

 

This is where it all begins 

except it doesn’t; there has 

been a long gestation; but this 

is where you see it begin. 

 

There are two kinds of black 

hole; the creative kind and the 

destructive kind except 

there isn’t; as it’s all the same. 

 

The creeping ground phlox; 

the pink points of happiness 

appear like stars in the lush green 

& the shad come to spawn. 

 

Crimson Ripple & Cupani flower, 

two couples amble & chatter, 

their laughter ripples the canal 

as the silent swan nests. 

 

The mother duck leads her ten 

ducklings away from the large bowl 

of water, their first swimming lesson 

done for the day, one duckling lies 

 

dead by the side of the porcelain. 

This is the time to remember 

songs of the sacred & how 

everything begins in the dark.