Man, Woman, Moon
by Freya Manfred
Drink in the alien eyes of this wild one
you don’t want to lose,
who doesn’t want to lose you.
Make sure he can find his way home in the dark,
when he forgets who he is, or you forget,
because even after thirty years
you don’t know what he’s thinking
when he stares out the window at the snow
falling in veils past the moon–
the same moon you’ve been watching
every month since you were born.
You can find this poem in Swimming With A Hundred Year Old Snapping Turtle.