Saturday, September 21, 2013

Northampton

"where the coffee is strong and so are the women"

When I visited Northampton
in 2007,
I had never heard of you.

Imagine a covering of leaves,
an inch off the ground,
that seems to be a complete and complicated world
to the crow searching for her supper.
Imagine the unobserved moon overhead,
and all the stars.

In Northampton,
I got a lesbian discount at the little bookstore.
There were two moms pushing a stroller down the street together outside,
and even the mayor was one of us.
My companion, a poet friend, was high on new love
with her rock singer girlfriend.
In a week, they would be at the Red Sox playoff game,
and I would be back home, flying solo in Motown.

In 2007, I had never heard of you,
but, observed or not, the Moon keeps searching for the perfect face to show,
and the stars still cross beside her as they love to do.
What made you look up, sweetheart,
at the same second I did?
Is it possible to measure the moment
when crows remember that the sky belongs to them, too?
_______

for Marian's "Harvest Moon" challenge at Real Toads.


16 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

That last stanza has me all out in chills and goosebumps. What magic exists for those who know how to see it as it happens.

TexWisGirl said...

lesbian discount at the bookstore. so cute. :)

Ella said...

I love crows!
YOUR poem captivates~

Susie Clevenger said...

Goodness, that last stanza is so beautiful. Such a wonderful piece!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Glorious. Love like that is the stuff of dreams.

G-Man said...

Even the Crows are women?

And....If one were over 55, would there be a SENIOR Lesbian discount?

grapeling said...

gorgeous, and like Kerry the final two lines seal the bumps ~ M

hedgewitch said...

As always, a beautifully soft and tender love poem, Shay.

Marian said...

very, very nice. sigh.

Robert Bourne said...

There is much spiritual substance in the moon and you found it...

myinnerchick.com said...

**Is it possible to measure the moment
when crows remember that the sky belongs to them, too**

If I wasn't married, I think I'd marry your words.

Cloudia said...

"Is it possible to measure the moment
when crows remember that the sky belongs to them, too?"

Yeah, those are amazing moments, and I have been blessed with many!


ALOHA from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
=^..^= <3

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Wonderful poem!

Sioux said...

This has a whiff of truth to it. I wonder...is it true?

(A serving of Emmylou is always welcome.)

Mama Zen said...

Wow. Squared.

Daryl said...

i think i might need a sweatshirt with that motto