Moon Union
by Pat Tompkins
Caught
between the starfish and the nimbus,
we feel the pull if we attend
the moon. Full and new
are days of rest:
Resisting lunatic energy
and recognizing its polar point.
Two days to renew each month
fail to offset our labor.
Still we try
to synchronize.
Tide is time.
We flicker and falter in the dark
faint candles against the black.
Copyright © 2005, Pat Tompkins
Image Credit: Full Moon over the Harbor, by Atanas Entchev, some rights reserved
Pat Tompkins is an editor in the San Francisco Bay Area.
Her stories, essays, and poems have appeared in the Paumanok Review,
flashquake, Orbis, the Bellevue Literary Review,
and other publications.