Wednesday, August 4, 2010

La Luna Plena

for Rafael Jesus Gonzalez

A kind of moonlace
stitched among stars
a watchful blind eye
hiding quietly in a corner of the sky

It hoards the complicated daylight
as an offering to night's shadow
tugging the fast-twitch muscles
of rabbits and ocean waves
along its silent trajectory

I find this habit of orbit
this puller of surf
tied to endless rhythms of
unspoken grief and madness

impossible crescent
slim and worn thin with wandering