Lilac Moons From a Master
As Infinitesimal leaves
plucked by a great seer
it started,
half-light birthed
and a lilac moon
erupted,
from a crown of pine
all this,
concealing
a master at work
I observed,
invisible hands
slowly smear
the canvas,
Water Lilies splash
in my pastel sky,
astonished
existing for eons,
since waters lapped
at Uluru,
since hanging rock
was submerged
never knowing a glory
of impression,
wedges of oceans
separated
and now,
lifetimes later,
Monet
paints the sky
in my awe
as bat wings spread
moving night,
through life’s grandeur
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