Moon
Moon I have nothing new to say about the moon. It is always full, not changeable. It’s we on earth who spin and look away, trailing scarves of shadow. I have nothing new to say about the womb. It is always full of history, of being, or potential. Last night I had a conversation with my granddaughter. Yes, she’s two weeks old and far away. But she had a lot to say and I listened. In fact, our talk kept me awake late into the night, especially her points about relationship and sensory data. The moon, a “waning crescent,” stayed up with me. S. Robbins, from Readings,
Sherry Robbins 