THE BACK SIDE OF THE
MOON
Standing behind the tree, he hides to
avoid the wrath
Now hidden, he clearly feels his anger,
his despair
His will pushes forward as a rearing
horse, scared
Full of confusion, moved only by a
small, rustling leaf,
Not sure why, like a breeze stirring,
his senses vibrate
Hidden, like the back side of the moon,
His feelings resound into the quiet
His heart beating strongly and loudly,
As a syncopated rhythm slapping the air
He makes his presence heard, his soul’s
voice
The road is clear, as he looks around,
his choice apparent
His journey bound, his panic felt
surging through his body
Knowing only that he must leave his old
home, his security
Once, he felt a warm joy holding love
and comfort
Now, he feels only a cold misery of
hate and discontent
Wrought with tears, he starts shaking,
he starts running
How could he have put up with this so
long, he roars
He hugs each tree, strong and silent,
as he says goodbye
Deer stand frozen with their ears
forward listening
Noises follow his steps as he retreats,
further hidden
Hidden, like the back side of the moon
He reins in his feelings, sharply
cutting
The leaves bent under his torn feet
Only he knows the intent bourne so sure
From which his motions are forward
taken
He’s focused, he’s sure, he’s decided
his fate, his passion
He will no longer endure these
unrelenting violent forces
The voices in his head stand still, his
body tense in motion
He fights against the complacency that
numbs his mind,
His body now moves like a machete,
cutting through the pain
No longer questioning what he is doing,
rather, he moves
Instinctually knowing without thought,
word, or deed
Gathering his momentum, known from
graceful motion,
He shines brightly against the outcast
shadows of his soul
Upon the earth risen to meet his feet
prancing, dancing
Feeling life on the back side of the
moon, standing,
Feeling, hidden, not seen, but felt
surrounded and guarded
His mission to kill the hate that
swirls around his body
Solidly brazen, he meets the quiet with
his resonating beat
Piercing through the veil of hidden
truths yet undiscovered
His existence now known
The back side of the moon not seen but
felt forever hidden
The answer to his being
He is here, he says, never to move into
the light seen
Yet, present, here, known as the
unseen, expressed
Still, he now understands the upwelling
so despairing
Passionate, alive, felt always within,
alone
No importance, no senses lessen
determine his purpose
To be here and understand the merging of
his whole
Thanks to the others who stand as
shadows to his senses
No more wrath, no more despair, now
only foresight
Departing is no longer taken in haste,
in fear
His heartbeat slows in the quiet
recesses of his being
This is important, this is a distance
not voiced
Now, turning, walking, standing and
knowing
The answer to his existence
Now known
This is life lived fully and
passionately
In all its total glory felt
on both sides of the moon
cmc
8/31/17