Each time you see a full moon rising,
you imagine it will express
what your life cannot otherwise express,
that it’s a figure of speech.
This really means watching yourself
turn something unknown into
As human tendencies go, this one is not
so terrible, and possibly winsome, besides.
Say November, and you name
the death working itself out in you,
season after season.
Call the bed you lie down into each night
a raft or an island, depending on
whether it’s love or work you’re running from.
Every moon has so much to say
about the unsolvable losses.
When it disappears behind a cloud,
filled with its own shining intentions,
it’s an important translation.
When Schoenberg pointed out
the eraser on his pencil, he said, “This end
is more important than the other.”
More art by Jules Julien here.
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