Recycle the Moon
(Full moon, December 19, 2021)
Wrap your arms around her belly
and (on the Solstice, December 21)
when she rolls through
your bedroom window
and lingers, hovering over your dreams,
cushion your head on her soft pillow chest,
watch her wistfully as her smooth,
round back glides horizon-bound.
You wish you could go with her,
but she has work to do:
Each night she sheds a layer (December 22)
Delivers a package (December 24)
Gives away a slice of light (December 26)
Sweeps the star-spangled sky (Dec. 28)
Dances till dawn (December 31)
until, unburdened of her own bounty
she goes home, closes the door
(New Moon, January 2)
and—well this is her secret—
Is she sleeping, baking lemon pie,
composing a symphony, writing a poem?
You are curious to know:
Does the moon, like you, want to be new?
Inside her sky-bowl she ponders and stirs,
adds lunar alchemy until she’s ready,
then opens the door just enough (January 4)
so a sliver of silver slides through,
coy as the petal of an evening primrose.
And you hear the young moon’s
saucy talk and flirty laughing
and you watch her belly growing
big and bawdy and round (January 12)
and you wrap your arms around her
and she’s the same old moon
you knew before,
recycling her light,
renewing her promise to return.
(Full moon January 17, 2022)
2 thoughts on “Recycle the Moon”
So nice to chat with this week!
Hermoso poema ¡me encantó! Gracias por compartirlo querida Janet.