WAITING FOR THE MOON (BELIZE)
© Cynthia Hilts 1999

The moon rolls like a mystic shining boulder
Through the smokey dunes of the clouds
Heavy as the hold of longing
Pulling slow as silence

Moon guards its light like an old mystic saint
Sinners without our own haloes, we wait
For that old slow laughing saint to shine straight down


Elephant ocean ponders and steams softly
Wise weight rocking gently to and fro
While the laughing slow moon far way
Plays his warm broad back with little birds of light

Moon guards its light like an old mystic saint
We sinners without haloes, we watch and wait
For that old slow laughing saint to shine straight down

Salted sweet ribbons of seaweed
We wait for the moon's tide to carry us
Jungle night flowers on seeking vines
We wait for the moon's sheening mist to open us
We wait like the face of the earth
Patient as forest and fragrant with its knowing
Like a man and a woman at peace we wait
For that old slow laughing saint to shine straight

Down, down
At peace we wait
At peace, Belize

The moon rolls like a mystic shining boulder
Through the smokey dunes of the clouds
Heavy as the hold of longing
Pulling slow as silence