Guardian by Michael Keshigian

The whitish, pasty face of the moon
rises full overhead,
a featureless intruder
in the dark ceiling of sparkles.
Off in the distance,
a family of foxes
shriek acknowledgement
as well as disrupt his reverie.
He closes his eyes again,
moisture upon the lawn
has begun to leech
into the weave of his shirt,
skimming his skin.
Minutes have ceased their count.
The great white pines
that dwarf his silhouette
are buried in thin layers of fog,
stilled, as if hypnotized
by the orb’s persistent stare
as it guards
the abandoned midnight castle
where it roams, spying crevices
the lighted spires of stars create,
deflecting the prevailing mystery,
floating invisibly
amid the stone cold walls of darkness
that haunt him as he looks outward
in search of a clue
or the key that might unlock
the rusty door of wonderment.

Michael Keshigian had his fourteenth poetry collection, What To Do With Intangibles, recently released by Cyberwit.net. He has been published in many national and international journals, recently including Pudding Magazine, Sierra Nevada Review, Oyez Review, Bluepepper, and the Tipton Poetry Journal.