Long Time Companion
Give me the patient moon
the little sister spit into the galaxy
before Earth was the fecund home.
She waxes and wanes uncomplaining
her orbit matching our elliptical
as we spin through the unending dark.
Give me the faithful moon
seen or unseen she pulls us
swinging the oceans back and forth
as steadfast a lover as the cosmos allows
complete in her devotion, her knowing--
gravity will keep us together.
Give me the generous moon
reflecting light from a shared star
offering all her beautiful faces
the glowing disk at dusk
the pregnant crescent at midnight
the silver thumbnail at dawn.
Give me the moon of our dreams
the huntress, the cheese, the man
in the moon, the blue, the flower,
the wolf, the harvest, the new,
all the naming to capture her mystery
her always familiar and never the same.
BIO: I came back to poetry about thirteen years ago and although sitting down to write is never not scary, when the words flow it feels like nothing else matters. I published my first poem in Hobo Camp Review at the ripe age of 60; I'm older than that now. I’m not Italian but my name is—think Franca rhyming with Bianca.
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