Moon Bear,

Moon Bear

My moon is a deep lake in mind
little fishes swim in depths
too scared to see the shaking
sunlight spears above their stare
She-bears birthing in my winter womb
sleeping till spring to growl again
shadows dancing before the nights come
Tomorrow the wind message will bring
what happened since her earth eyes shut
Muzzle up and around for scents secure
Maybe even a tourist campout is early
Her baby wants her back, it’s still cold
The iceface feel of my moon lake
slips away as soon as there is more sun
My moon will grow within me to greet
rising bears bringing warm faces to my lips

Annharte
Being on the moon 1990 p.19
aux éditions Polestar Press, 78 p.

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