Two Poems Inspired By Moon Light

I The pale glow of the Moon enters my night space. I summoned this visitation by my fidelity to the Night, and she has responded in a gracious display of nocturnal readiness. Massive clouds swirl above. but a corridor remains for moonlight to descend. I look up, the Moon looks down: ours is a partnership of visions meshed together, sealed. a single reality. The colors and shapes of Moonlight convey something akin to words. And tonight the message is: "Expect nothing." II Doubt spreads itself everywhere in a vast field of mist admitting no light. Many, no longer willing to resist, surrender to this gradual darkness; they are pleased by the comfort of not thinking things through... I have learned how to move in this dim landscape, I have learned how to wait for the return of light, I have learned. Perhaps, in some mysterious way, I am a part of this return, an agonized witness to the increasing darkness, soon to become a herald of the arrival. Those who are more sensitive, and see more, see further, saw this: "EXPECT NOTHING AND ALL WILL BE GIVEN." (This poem is a response to "Confabulation, " Baharak Barzin's Address to the Moon.)