अक्टूबर moon

OCTOBER MOON



The October moon is on my door

Like a little ghost

Raw orange zest

And the chaff of the moon fills the valley

With its pale yellowish light

yellow flowers of light

And it’s melting slivers

breathing coolness



The slivers of the bright moon

rocks down the earth

With heat that is warm to touch

Its half rim like the distant fire

burning the horizons



Pushing night into dawn

Dawn into morning

The night’s eluding face

slipping away with a quite

Undressing the moon

Spherical arc in birth emerging naked

Naked and embarrassed



We might as well say we are

yellow-throated

In the moonlight’s pouring cornlight



Listening for our names

In a million-petalled slivers

of the moon’s being

Unbowed by life’s winds

The moon has pulled over us

like a Cyclops’s eye

In the long silence the moon is hiding.