Blue Moons

There was international interest,

One day while pruning my hedge…

I bent over to pick up the clippers;

A jet just missed my head, house and ledge.

An earthquake tossed bricks in Seattle,

A subterranean geological shift...

Land rose and sank before my eyes,

All my doors and locks suddenly fit.

There were winds and power outages,

No heat in cold dark rooms,

That sparkled in the brightest light

From the radiation of full moons.

The graceful pontoons throwing mist,

While landing in my front yard,

Illustrate the days well sailed

Compared to bad memories we discard.

Every rare blue moon rising

Turns another calendar page.

All the quirks of island living

Write the chapters as I age.

I’ve hunkered down in hurricanes,

Trembled in earthquake fear…

Updated my obituary

Then lived another year.