Moonlight Yoga The October full moon lingers in her pale shadow waiting for the sun to plunge into the sunset river before she enters the night. Standing under an old oak, I place my hand onto its bark thickened and grooved like a rice farmer’s palm. I stretch my arms over the head and slowly arch back like a crescent moon and inhale the faint scent of the old tree. When I was innocent like a plum I used to play hide-and-seek under a harvest moon, hiding behind a stone Buddha with missing ears. I circle the oak, like the moon around the earth not once turning her face to reveal the dark side of her. The full moon beams down onto my head as if trying to levitate me. Aware of her magic that can lift the ocean, I dig down my heels into the earth where I belong. Drinking the forgiving air of the moon-drunken park I amble down to the city light dancing in the full moon night. Written and posted © Therese Young Kim | ![]() Photo Credit: The Moon in the Park by © Therese Young Kim |
"Ode to the oak" and other poems
Ode to the OakRiver of TimeYour Sentimental StrangerCopyright © Therese Young Kim. "Ode to the Oak" was published in Tuck Magazine with the following link ![]() | ![]() | © Therese Young Kim Photo Credit: Nadine Matthews |
A title poem for the website http://yoursentimentalstranger.com, written and read by Therese Young Kim. Venue: The Poetry Project c/o St. Mark's Church open reading, New York City, 10/06/2014 Audio provided by Laura Henriksen Images from Therese Young Kim's photo album. Copyrigt © Therese Young Kim |
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