Hitting the Mark
"My barn havingburned to the ground, I can see the moon."~ old Chinese proverb
In the whole bigfield of bluethe sun hitsthe bull’s-eye moon.
Down heremy face’s albedomimics somethinglike it in return.
Night by nightturn after turnthe arrow lightfinds its mark
and like a climbing,stumbling goatI aim my hornthis way and that
to snag that lightin flight. Maybeone long andmaundering day
from here, whenthey open the gatefor home, the sunwill put up his
arrows, the moonher shield, I my bow-shaped horn, and we'lldissolve in sleep.
Until then I'll jumpthe fence and like that oldcow make a sceneover the moon.
Painting: "Not far from the sun, moon and the stars" by Jean Arp