selenic
Julie Allyn Johnson
I covet illumination
to show me the way.
the moon has her agenda—
I’m never quite sure of mine.
deep gouges groove an uneven plain.
unsteady bridges span unruly waters,
ferocious beasts, their hearts eager
to devour and maim smaller prey—
I was always smaller prey.
manmade obstructions
litter the path.
I sometimes grow weary
but never question the virtue
of my forward momentum
even when there is little light
in the heavens to guide me.
About the Author
Julie Allyn Johnson is a sawyer’s daughter from the American Midwest whose current obsession is tackling the rough and tumble sport of quilting and the accumulation of fabric. A Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee, her poetry can be found in Star*Line, The Briar Cliff Review, Phantom Kangaroo, Lyrical Iowa, Moss Piglet, Cream Scene Carnival, Coffin Bell, The Lake, Haikuniverse, Chestnut Review and other journals. Julie enjoys photography and writing daily haiku, both of which can be found on her blog, A Sawyer’s Daughter.