March 2013

Hunter’s Moon

One night, you can open up

your arms and hold the stars

and the Hunter’s Moon;

the next night, you grasp

the rattly swarm of the rain,

with the clouds between you

and the sky, and the moon

beyond out of reach.

These gifts of the same sky,

intimate and open-ended,

embrace you and escape

your embrace.  In the light

and darkness of your orbit,

all space becomes your planet:

you hover nearby, unable

to touch, but always close,

unable to leave, but apart.