These February evenings, our invisible daytime Moon,
lost in the Sun’s glare, has moved
east of the setting sun, a crescent
briefly seen in the west after sundown.
Earthshine is softly lighting the dark side.
Slender lunar crescent in the western sky.
First thing we see this spring dusk.
And the Moon’s shy dark side illuminated
in earthshine – sunlight reflected from our Earth.
“Is that Mars or Mercury?,” she asks.
that searches for another heart that listens
quietly, attentively, eyes looking into your eyes,
nodding agreement at times, but never tearful.
That heart we seek and find is mute,
ever-changing, ever the same, as the moon.
(The title of this ronka is taken from the novel by that name by Carson McCullers. The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter was published when she was 23. It is a tale of some people out of sync with their world who are drawn to a deaf man, John Singer. I was first drawn to the book simply because I loved the title and the photo of the sad-eyed author on the back cover. I went on to read her other books and stories which include the equally attractively-titled The Ballad of the Sad Cafe.)