27 May 2019

Moon play

The moon’s hare sits on her haunches,
her ears a-glimmer with night.
She leaps in circles around the earth.
Such a shadow play, a movie! 
Silhouettes flicker on a gleaming
silver screen round as an eye.

Dear moon, bright moon, look down
with your hare-filled eye. Let your light
swim into the garden like a little fish.
Spangles splash among the shadows,
silvering the weeds.

Dazzling bright, stung with light.
 Hare on her haunches sits. 
An ear flops over her eye.

Down into the garden I go after midnight
not knowing how, somnambulant, white shining.
I fly along Punt Road to catch the late, late,
late-night bus.  A car near misses.  I am nearly
white shine on the asphalt.

The moon long set lies chuckling under the earth.
Like lava, but cold.
A rock with a hare-filled eye.