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,

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