The Moon Altogether by Michael Williams
the moon altogether
new was born again
last night
I stood and watched
in the frigid air
clouds of my own breath
reach for clouds overhead
I knew it but I have no words
to tell you why
the rabbit in the moon
does not twitch its ears
nor thump its foot
yet from its still shadow
I cannot turn my eyes away.
tee da moon, daddy
the toddler says
tee da moon
on a cloudy night
where da moon, daddy
hiding, sweetheart
boo
the moon sings its low
hymn of tides
neither startled
nor afraid

On March 19, 2018, Michael passed away suddenly. In addition to being a friend and supporter of Still: The Journal, he was a regular attendee at the Appalachian Writers’ Workshop at Hindman Settlement School. Until June, 2017, he was senior minister at West End United Methodist Church in Nashville. After his retirement, he served as Writer/Storyteller-in-Residence at Martin Methodist College.
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