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Marvel At The Moon

written by: M. Taggart


Marvel at the moon. It doesn’t matter how.
Sit on any porch. The moon, it always watches back.
Take a sip of moonlight, touch it to your lips.
Let your knees find soiled ground and raise your eyes-
I admire the moon for having lack of contact.
I admire the moon for being consistent.
I admire the moon because it admires
each of us who are looking back.
Every dusky evening, until it hides, but not on purpose.
It’s too aware to be gone without warning.
We all need to understand being gone before being back again.
Marvel at the moon. It doesn’t matter how.
It lent its shadow, all the way to me-
and while it removed my disbelief I saw the moon dance.
I marvel at the moon because it found its way.

M. Taggart

M. Taggart

JUNE 2018 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Matt was once asked, while at a bar in Ohio, where he was from. He replied, ‘I’m from mud.’ Matt roamed the farmlands, and brooks of Western, MA as a child. Matt feels Western Massachusetts is a chillingly beautiful region where creativity comes from blood. Matt is happily married to Megan, the pusher of his writing. Megan and Matt have one son who is wildly loved. In fact, Gavin has not seen one day of daycare. Matt enjoys each day with Gavin while juggling his career. Matt wouldn’t want it any other way. The small family of three live in Maine.
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