December Moon

December Moon


Oak moon, reed moon—

our friend called;
she was telling the pain
what to think.

I said Look. If you
relax you'll get better.

Better? who wants better,
said a moonbeam
under the wire,

the soul is light’s
hypotenuse; the lily’s
logic is frozen fire—

December Moon


Suppose you are the secret
of the shore—a strong wave
lying on its side—

you’d come to earth again

(as if joy’s understudy
would appear) & you
could live one more bold

day without meaning to,
afresh, on winter's piney floor;

you say, I’ve been
to the door & wept;
it says, what door