Moondust in my mouth

This morning, as I was waiting for the streetcar to stop at Victoria, I turned around long enough to read this beautiful, breathtaking poem for Poetry On The Way. 

Usually, I find that the poems featured on the walls of subways and streetcars are too folksy or opaque. Maybe it was my mood this morning, maybe it was the absorbing new book I’m reading, maybe it was seeing two babies sleeping as the streetcar ambled on, maybe it was the feeling in my stomach as I watched a man pick up a cigarette butt and light it between his shaking fingers, but this poem just got to me.  It’s called “Escondido Nights” by Jim Christy.

The moon is the shape
Of this hidden cove
fishing boats are constellations
We floated through a heaven
that glittered phosphorescent
like plankton in tinfoil
And paused between a pair:
Aurorita and Viridiana, to thrash about like comets just
Let out of school.
And continued on a light year
later Moondust in my mouth
And all over your body




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