Resonance

i.
 
We were promised
    a strawberry moon
    a rose moon   rise
 
the moon arrives late, clouds and everything
    move on
no more skyline, no more tree, no more house this
was something they said about the universe--
    as you look out into the distance, you look back at time
no more from this day forward, no more future in the sky
 
ii.
 
Neptune kisses me in the wine cellar
 
i can’t tell if it is the grapes i’m working with pressing into machines with my hands when it splashes against my skin
i can’t tell because i no longer work here when Neptune presses me i can’t tell if it’s
time to harvest or kill the machine bc the plainness of touch leaves me overrun

iii.

​The paper kite
falls down on the dark city hilltop
you’ve climbed so high you’re above the sound
blurs of Yellow Moon soften mountain
sultry veins of river
soaked in mildew tar
the valley groans hard like breathing

                            you become conscious
                                             when time spins in
                        marbled frequencies

​candles
waxing moon waning
forms new shape
a window into full cycle
 
evolution lists things lost:    grown
your mother’s child    your mother’s child
the mandala around your neck
layers and layers
 
last night’s dreams
an attic full of collective creation
every web spun every meal made
 
turquoise stones highlight
mosaics on the floor
step carefully across the sharp edges
 
ocean
sand dunes
air mixed desert and cliff
 
children are animals
of future stillness
 
animals sway a brief moment
red knees
and gray eyes
familiar inflections they know who
knew the end when they saw it

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Someday

someday / when the moon is close / cruel and whole cruel and whole / when the passenger window creates a window-sized glimpse / distorted by speed / you are in that space / the oak trees filling crevices where the hills touch / in the echo of that there / savor completely

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Emily R Spacek is a writer based in Salt Lake City, Utah.