Like Walking on the Moon

4 Jan

by Nancy Scott

Snow casts unprotected streets
in dust of not known.
No curbs, no stairs, no echoes
of familiar buildings to speak
straight lines.  No traffic
to plot; no cement to tap
in the rhythm that has
no excuse for staying home.
My cane makes a poor shovel
in the shuffle of this new gravity.
I stretch to catch the flakes
of white luck in my eyes.
I know the Moon is watching
and She approves.

Nancy Scott’s over-600 bylines have appeared in magazines, literary journals, anthologies and newspapers, and as audio commentaries. An essayist and poet, she has published three chapbooks.  –  Recent work appears in  Breath and Shadow,  Contemporary Haibun Online, and Thema.  She won First Prize in the 2009 International Onkyo Braille Essay Contest.


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