Daughter of the Moon by Terry Allen
Daughter of the Moon
Lake Nokomis on an autumn day,
clear and sunny water,
bluer now after an early frost.
Jets fly low overhead,
roaring off to some exotic part of the world,
leaving Minneapolis far behind
to the mallards that swim nearby
to the couples out for a stroll
to the odd souls with metal detectors
sweeping for lost diamond rings or loose change
to lovers kissing under the Cedar Avenue Bridge
to dogs tugging at their leashes to run wild
to a spaniel caught for a moment in midair
as it leaps over rushes to splash in the water below
to the joggers, gracefully weaving
through children with scooters and skateboards.
A breeze blows in from the west
across the lake and caresses the back
of a runner in day-glow yellow sneakers.
She smiles at the reflected light of the moon
in the bright midday sky,
focuses on her breathing,
relaxes and bounds ahead,
sidestepping negative thoughts,
loving the cool air and the run itself,
that sends her rushing ever forward
to exotic places in her mind.
“Daughter of the Moon” was First published in Well Versed
© Terry Allen
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