Humanist Voices in Verse: “Creed” by Daniel Thomas Moran

This week’s poem is by Daniel Thomas Moran, TheHumanist.com poetry editor, retired dentist and Boston University Assistant Professor, former Poet Laureate of Suffolk County, New York and the author of seven collections of poetry. He lives in Webster, New Hampshire with his wife, Karen, where he has taken on the role of Unemployed Poet and Anecdotalist. His recently published collection of poems, A Shed for Wood, has been lauded for its “profound and intelligible poetry” (Peter Quinn, author) while Moran is described as “a distinctive American voice which deserves an attentive hearing” (Elizabeth Heywood, Acumen Literary Journal). His website is www.danielthomasmoran.net.

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Creed

The way
puddles dry
after
a night of rain.

The way
I reach up
and balance
the moon
on the tip
of my finger.

The way
a clock
proceeds
in pointless
circles.

The way
your ribs,
without thought,
mimic the tides
while you sleep.

Perhaps,
this is all
I know about
eternity.

—Daniel Thomas Moran