3.7.15 Only the Moon Knows

Only the moon knows how long the

brook runs in springtime. How wide the
Owl’s winged arc through the
darkened forest tonight

The moon, who mere humans imagine
grows and shrinks somehow, far up in the
heavens above us; like children, we tell
tales - how it is female, and transforms

The truth is more powerful, enough to
render us speechless. The intense
gravitational pull over birth, death ; our
knowing,menses, deepest dreams