Evening Poetry, November 12

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.