Phase

I just realized I never posted Phase, one of my Lunar Cycle poems. This poem, along with Lunacy, appeared in the anthology Life in Me Like Grass on Fire. Enjoy!

phase

Waxing—

She approaches

cautiously

knowing Her desire

but afraid of the price:

the loss of everything—

livelihood, trust, reputation,

child—everything

that She’s fought

so hard to build,

again.

She is only ever

completely Full

for a mere moment

before lapsing—slipping

back as slowly

as she came,

Waning—

when She walks

away She takes

with her the last

vestiges of hope

I can carry—

I was virtually dry

when night

finally fell

revealing

Her glow—

and now She slides

slowly, solemnly

into the dark

leaving me alone

under

a black Sun.

Her risks are greater,

but mine

may just prove

fatal.