Life and loss

The moonlight dances

on the leaves

of the palm trees in the wind.

First, it’s a slow dance

now it’s a jig

then it’s free expression

now it’s my kind of gig.

I fancy a cha-cha

or a Cucaracha

or some kind of infra-dig improvisation.

Now there’s the stations of the Cross

I’m in delight at this dance

of shadow and light

the moon light so bright

and this timeless insight

into life and loss.

Copyright 2014