Moon’s Rainbow Body
Forbidden to travel by night,
you nonetheless arrive
at dawn. In Josie’s portrait
I attend your birth moment,
accomplished in a swirl
of greens against a night sky
of green. Where did he
get you, green moon, and
by what permission do you
make a birth out of
a seeming disintegration?
Like a thumb print
on glass, you hover
in daylight, marking the sky
with a scar of midnight.
Suddenly my body leaps
with you into the immensity,
so gone the word gone
can’t find a mouth
to say it. Each moon-lit
arrival is like a gong
without a temple
reverberating against
an unseen mountain.
The spider’s mouth
unravels a silken bridge
across which the fly
belies it ever
flew.
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