Behind the Moon

I have tucked my fears
behind the silvery
glow of the evening moon.

She seems less
attached
to the things that
weigh me down;

to the things that
ask me to give
them attention
when I am already
living my life.

I will hide
my worries
under the pungent tuber
of the skunk cabbage.

She will never
even hear the
songs they sing in
my ear - they
are nothing to her.

From out of
the stillness and
silent reflection
of the lake
I will take my
strength.

She watches
it all go by
and only carries
the faintest
image of all
happenings
on her surface.

With the new
sun,
that image
is no longer
there.

TJM+