Blood Moon

April 4, 2015, Blood Moon

Came a red moon the night between the Easter vigiland the morning of the resurrection and that shade

made a horizontal of the window rail and a vertical

of half the curtain, a cross—and because I wasn't well(some spring distemper) lying alone in the guest room

where we also kept a small shrine and our mothers' ashes

Stephen sleeping on an upper floor but I wasn't asleepthe moon too bright and part of me knowing I had begun

to see a cross only because it was almost Easter 2015

and another part said but I'm not the kind of person who seescrosses in curtains long finished with The Church or churches

but nevertheless here at first seemed to be three shadows

three crosses just like in the story which after a time became

one and then O shit a tree The Tree the World Tree the tree

of the world and behind my eyes came a kind of light

and I thought to myself I have not recently taken drugshave I or gone strictly-speaking crazy like Philip K. Dick

who experienced his Vast Active Living Intelligence System

as a pink illumination bearing the message that his infant sonhad some kind of knot in his gut that could kill him (which

a reluctant doctor confirmed and saved him from)

and have I anyway gotten my antidepressant dosage right?My light too though not pink was somewhat real because

after a while it went away which is the test of real things

and then it was night again noche oscura as St. John of the Crossmight have put it and I knew I was in danger of making of all this

a meaning because it was Easter and outside the rabbits

fucked in the chamomile wearing burdock burrs like crowns

but still could there have been any part which was not just

of my making Christ the vertical and the horizontal Christ

Ygdrassil the Allfather hanging nine days without food or drinkChrist the plane tree Platanus orientalis with lights in it

that Xerxes stopped his armies to adore and away from which

he would not move again until his goldsmith struck the imageon a medal which afterwards he wore always next to his heart.

At 11:11 in the morning from this vision I awoke I who do not

have visions or want any but for all that is the sad world not yetutterly emptied of parable? Does the young corn still put

his ear above the soil like a flute?