Moon Over the Eighth Night 2

(from the moon series - Camino de Santiago edition)

Here I wanted to read all day, I wanted
to write, I wanted to meditate on the trials
of the rough road, on the rock path
and the dirt path, on the bridges and tunnels
and the cows in the meadow and how the pain
in my legs took over and changed my walk
until I walked differently.

Here I wanted to think and stop walking
and wonder about the purple and pink
flowers luscious glow in front of the stone
wall houses with the stone tiled roofs
and the cement spikes.

Here I wanted so much but I had to let
it go as you sat down next to me juggling
and I said what the hell,
let’s get this conversation cooking.

Moon Over the Eighth Night

(from the moon series - Camino de Santiago edition)

A pair of space ship shoes and my feet sail
to the moon. The whooshing of cars in the rain
and the poor crazy dog cold and chasing them.

The sound of your voice after days
brings me back. The gigantic silver windmills
on the mountains not spinning and covered

in fog. The tree line still reachable. Pasta
on the stove and the dagger dance. The body
worn out and head drifting off before the daylight

is gone. The rustling plastic bags. The staff
leaned into the corner. My basic necessities
realized. The bells of the cathedral just toll.

A hundred ways to hang a cat on a Russian night, burned.

Moon Over Day 7

(from the moon series - Camino de Santiago edition)

This rowdy group of Spaniards rumbles
in the room like a cloud of thunder filling
every corner and pushing out any kind
of comfort or silence or time to read
there once was and the dogs are barking
and they will bark all night with the grunts
of the bodies weary and the birds
in this beautiful place with new beds
and no sheets; we’ve covered over half
the distance and the mountains come tomorrow
climbing higher than we thought
and there’s no breaks in time or what happens
or what’s around, it all just unfolds without
ceasing like a bold war is not black and white
but burns into colors unpredictable and unstoppable.

Moon Over Day 5

(from the moon series - Camino de Santiago edition)

limps along with burnt arms, hobbles
by the sea and takes a breath and is filled
with awe on the cliffs of Tapia.

It is enough to be in the midst of beauty
when you are pain and to go on.

It is enough to be ugly by the sea and walk
for too many kilometers and still want to go on.

It is enough and it is not enough
because there is more but for now,
the moon smiles weary, talking to steal

time, drinks water all the while, moves
like an old man in a young body, or rather

a young man in an old body, rests for ages,
eternities and still goes on and on and on.