Black moon
darker than ever
was her fevered
announcement;
I saw it as I woke up,
eyes full of mystic sleep.
She put it there:
beware – stay in – let go.

She:
angelic sorceress
or apocalyptic fool,
did she hear voices
distorted in the pool
of aquatic eyes,
or was she playing guru
to get rich?

Still,
I read her message
with restless heart
on blue computer screen
and also printed on the invisible
veil that wrapped up the day
and its questions, rituals, gestures.

Yet her omen,
whatever it might be,
could not stop my day:
rituals, gestures and lessons learned,
I went on bravely
my hands in my pockets,
and handfuls of causes
to serve or to dream of.

As everything came down at once,
the skies emptied reservoirs
and dams broke, built years ago,
then contradictions bore emotions
like dancing ghosts in diaphanous rain.

It all fell down
and with sticky sadness
in mellow grey
as fresh raindrops turned into cold bars,
I walked surrounded by a cage…

But I kept walking all the same
and warnings, messages,
arcane symbols,
even signs of a coming hurricane
could not stop the movement
of limbs and soul;
so I crossed bridges,
secretly smiling,
accepting the puzzling presence
of the dark moon.