Turning eighty | Sharon Lopez Mooney

Turning eighty?

i have been a storm and the voice of eagle

i have been needles in the redwood tree

waiting to fall onto the ripe mulch

i spent lifetimes in the silk of pink sky before dawn

i was born centuries ago alone in the nameless morning

measuring the horizon for decades

now toward the end of this current journey’s path

my direction has shifted to the instant before silence

I make ready to slip into rough tides where

the sea asks how i have come, and my past is exposed

having crumbled onto dirt roads dissolving into her waters,

i surrender into ocean’s tenacity and get ready to disappear