Carry the Moon to Me

The rain like silver

sky fish scales falling

here at midnight, like I am,

into you, waiting.

The moon, fragrant, white,

blossoming, solitary.

© 2017 Jennifer Wagner

A twist on the sedoka (two katautas with 5-5-7 instead of 5-7-7 syllable counts) for OpenLinkNight.

Everlove (Softly to Be Let In)

photo of card from our neighbor

This poem is about a dog,

you know the one,

the one who danced in the kitchen

with the kids after dinner;

the one who nibbled gently

on your shirtsleeve

when you played and scratched and loved him;

the one who howled happy,

and barked deep if asked to speak,

but softly to be let in;

the one who taught you more

than you taught him.

This poem is about a dog

who, with his final breaths,

looked you, each, in the face

one long, loving, last time.

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner

In Memory of Druke Wagner 2000-2016

(Almost) Eighteen

The years have worn us,

like sea glass,

two broken pieces

tossed together

against stone and wave—

and, here we are now,

smoother, more luminous,

and

better

than we were

for the tumbling.

© 2016 Jennifer Wagner

For Ian

Celebrating 18 years with my husband in a few days.  Happy Anniversary, man of my dreams!