Thursday, January 10, 2013

Moon By Grace Schulman

having no fire of my own, I shine
But never burn. I receive the light.
Man and woman, I gather both
inside of me, surviving darkness,
shifting to achieve whole
or starving
into halves and quarters.
If I don't feed flames,
Transparent fragments linger
after daybreak,
and for some short moments
I can cover the sun.