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
Brenda Hillman, "December Moon," from Practical Water, © 2010 by Brenda Hillman. Used by permission of Wesleyan University Press.