Sacred Flow Arts
SACRED FLOW ARTS: Balancing Body, Mind, and Spirit


Tonight I peer through the window like a voyeur

as a moth courts my porchlight

for the third night in a row,


flitting and flirting like a temptress,

her soft brown wings singeing

each time she gets too close to the heat.


She must have it confused

with the moon.


If only I could tell her it’s a mirage,

that the artificial light turns on and off

with the flick of a switch,


that the lover she seeks

is up higher, much higher,

coupled with stars.


But I know she won’t listen,

the pull is too strong


and she won’t stop until

the illusion burns away  

her ability to fly.


And so I watch through the curtains

as she spirals out to in

then out again


slowly disappearing

until dawn


PoetryPaula MartinComment