Mackenzie Saunders 32 lines 1330 Writer’s Lane Hollywood, CA 90038 645-688-8989 poetmsaunders@hotmail.com www.SaundersPoetry.com The Wakeful Moon Bleary eyed and half-dreaming, I’m awake. Your plum-wrinkled moon-face, perfection My head nods, bobs against a milk-heavy chest Sweet as sleep comes, I’m ever alert. Effortlessly, the song of my heart trickles Downward spreading over you A blanket to curl and curve and carry you Through life. Hard to imagine the person inside me Just two days ago, a mystery bump Kicking, poking, hiccuping, -uping, -uping — We laughed to feel tiny eruptions. The moon is a silent witness Mothers all awake, to rock Their babes and sing their songs To welcome them to life. All I want is for you to know, To always always know. My love, my heart, you carry both No matter where you go. The days are long, the years are short, Aunt Angie used to say; I Didn’t understand, ‘til now, The gift of languid time. So I nod, and you sigh a deep sigh And I might just catch a few winks 10 minutes or less of Delirious exhausted joy. Mackenzie Saunders The Wakeful Moon, page 2, continue stanza And peace for the life that I hold. Dear, you are it, you are all I that I need. For now, all I can hold, in my heart. Daybreak, drawing close, hear my song in my heart.