Day Moon

It beckons, this spirit-filled mist,

like some earthly firmament; this quilted sage

and moss expanse can blank out a racist

boss; its trails will heal our trials and rage.

We hear the cadence of our breaths

and squelched percussion of our boots,

walking beneath these branches bent

into regal arches; talking till we soothe

our too-full minds, we walk for miles.

Next week we’ll see the heathers bloom.

Like us, some may forget they thrive

until, watched by this full-day moon,

like ancient rocks lying where they please,

we’re couched by this soft earth and these dry weeds.

from A Portable Paradise (Peepal Tree Press, 2019), © Roger Robinson 2019, used by permission of the author and the publisher.

Roger Robinson is a fervent, generous poet. His most recent collection, A Portable Paradise, won both the 2019 T. S. Eliot Prize and ...

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