i sit in tall grass, silky
lashing back and forth
quiet like tiger-tails
talking in air, with movement

i think about earth
hung spinning in space
hurtling round the sun
amidst the bright stars
(but none of them close
so i am really not amongst
them, not at all)

and i am the moon
growing in silence
fattening on gentleness
increasing with time
and in finding myselfand then come those sharp
hungry teeth gnawing
and others come clawing
with silences ringing
or spoken words shattering
indictments sharp thrusting

and I shrink, get smaller
my light become shadow
and me just a sliver
barely hanging on

and then the world spins
and moves round solaris
and this achey cycle
starts over again

i am the moon
and i miss you so