Young Moon, Thin Moon, New Moon, Crescent –
a Lunar New Year today – for dinner
fish, dumplings, longevity noodles – wealth and prosperity.
Every new moon transitions from the morning
to the evening sky. We clean house.
[As sun sets on January 28 in North America, the moon moves back to the evening sky. With a clear view of the Western horizon, we might catch the extremely slender moon over the western horizon just a half hour after sunset.]
stealing her white light from the Sun,
lighting its cool, pale fire to hearts
on Earth and attracting emotions like waves
breaking at our feet and distant shores.
This bewitched light that shows your nakedness.
[Allusions here to Shakespeare’s Timon of Athens:
“The sun ’s a thief, and with his great attraction / Robs the vast sea; the moon ’s an arrant thief / And her pale fire she snatches from the sun…”]
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.)
New Moon. No moon. There, but not.
Starting place without glamour, without the romance
of fullness and light, even if only
reflected from a daytime star that hides,
shuns the night dome of its kind.
No matter where you live, look westward –
Tonight, our Moon near Saturn and Antares
connects us in a distant celestial way.
It is noon here now. On Saturn,
the Sun one-hundredth the size. Hello universe.