in this poem the fall moon-rise is symbolic of the female rising to rule spirituality:
(first draft) -alice through a looking-glass
a Moon
rising
over the boatyard:
a small opening or gateway. followed by
a wall of docks thigh high
a need to climb, get self up, and gaze into
a field of docks, acknowledge the cleats
and the gaps . . .
aware, walk forward watching
all the dangers immediate and
necessary points of sure footing until
Your footing is sure enough and
I skip across leaping and laughing.
[. . . scents of seaweeds. . . .]
as I teeter along the edge of
the last dock
in My Path
I realize I
forgot the docks would end,
forgot this sea is concrete.
with a slight singe of nostalgia eye
lay
unrest
down
spot My Ladder in the lot- a trailer
protects these weak knees so I descend
and to My Joy realize I can walk on water.protects these weak knees so I descend
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