The Moon

I.

Shadowed craters

swirl

into a haunting face.

II.

The moon sings silent

“alleluia”

fades darkness into muted light.

III.

Returning every night to me,

my lover,

my moon.

IV.

Guiding sailors to shore

where women wait

at sheening windows,

Captain Moon.

V.

Galileo knew

from telescopes of glass

that Earth was not a flattened plane,

but rounded as the moon.

VI.

Gypsies chart your every move

plotting

your snail crawl through the night.

VII.

A shattered mirror,

a howling wolf,

all pay homage to your fullness.

VIII.

Moon of destiny,

at birth you name us

Sagittarius,

Aries

or stinging Scorpio.

IX.

Face reflected off the sun,

star of David,

son of God,

Lunar King.

X.

Nightlight star,

whisper me to sleep

and blanket me with your glow.

XI.

The moon and I are one.

We have no tongue.

We speak with eyes.

 

–Written in Fall 1991