This poem features the harvest moon. It’s not harvest time so I’m desperately out of season, and I’m not sorry. Just listen to this wonderful reading of A Song of Thanks for the Mysteries of Physics!
A Song of Thanks is part of my first poetry collection, Tell the Turning, illustrated by Lucy Bellwood, and out this fall from Bored Wolves. If you’re one of the wonderful folks who backed the book on Kickstarter in May, thank you. You made it happen.
A Song of Thanks for the Mysteries of Physics Good morning to the harvest moon, a ripe pear listing toward the west. Yesterday you were a peach, and just as fragrant. What do we love in a moon, especially a full one? A sphereish rock, shining with borrowed glamour, patterned with shadows stretching thousands of miles to tug the tides. Our hearts, too. Is it possible such principles as gravity could not be—just say it—somehow alive? And this frost-scent sunrise—is it also living? Let there be light! The metaphor by which our species participates in creation. This paradox of the particle and the wave. This world, forever observing itself into being. What do we love in a moon, but a brightness our eucharistic gaze may meet, consume?
This is the latest in a series of poems from Tell the Turning read by my wonderful friends. More like this:
The Scheme of Things, read by Sus
Role Model, read by Molly Lewis
Gift, read by Juliana Finch
Every Morning, read by Lauren