Into View

Feast on the peaceful moon
that hangs silent with Orion
as winter settles into night
like a bovine dream.

The clouds mottle the sky,
the darkness and silver a puzzle,
pieces missing and gaps present
where there is plenty to share
of the blemishes of Spirit.

Take me by the hand and  breathe deeply
as if prayer was a remedy for anxious adolescence
and by tuning in to the inhalation
and the exhalation
we can wrestle the universe
clearly into view.