I am a real moon person, and so I
decided that I couldn't do tonight,
given the moon that I've been looking
at these last couple of nights, without doing something
about that.
"Luna Luna."
"I slice the moon quickly, for it tugs to slip away,
to glide back on its beams.
On nights white with her fullness,
I sit alone deep in the desert away from noisy lights,
hearing wise wind, lone owls, until she hypnotizes me again.
And all is white blaze.
My arms reached to her.
My fingertips stretched to draw her, draw her into my lap,
if only for a moment while I peel a pale host before she
slips away.
I slice the moist, sweet flesh into slivers,
store the glow in a cloth bag.
I feed it to women sad with their bodies.
Some nights, I taste la luna myself.
My lids shut, as she drifts through me, opens my eyes."
Those of you who get to have all that moon and all this sky
all the time, I hope you take time to notice it
and appreciate it.
I always loved it.
But, certainly, in leaving it, I love it more.