An Acknowledgment of Divinity in Near Darkness

A sickle-sliver of moon

hangs as if fixed still

before a star-flecked curtain

of murky midnight blue;

the earth takes in a breath,

its exhalation inspiring

crepe myrtle branches to stretch themselves

and whisper, “Namaste.”

 

Copyright 2016

T. Allen Culpepper

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