
Daniel Edward Moore lives in Washington on Whidbey Island. His work is forthcoming in Xavier Review, The Chiron Review, Hurricane Review, Bryant Literary Review, The Meadow Journal, The Stillwater Review, Clackamas Literary Review and The Denver Quarterly. His book, “Waxing the Dents,” is from Brick Road Poetry Press.
While an army of testosterone stands at attention,
one hand salutes a stranger’s need, as the other holds
my rope of religion. And yes, I live only minutes
from the sea, where wet, blue ghosts wash away all
my exploding sunsets. Conquered by clarity, years ago,
my shell cracked open, so the light would have one more
place to burn. There’s nothing like being on the
other side of someone else’s too much. Nothing like
power whispering to prayer, something cold and blue
is coming for you. Be still. It may be God.