River Moons
The double moon, one on the high backdrop of the west, one on
the
curve of the river face,
The sky moon of fire and the river moon of water, I am taking
these
home in a basket, hung on an elbow, such a teeny
weeny elbow, in
my head.
I saw them last night, a cradle moon, two horns of a moon, such
an early
hopeful moon, such a child's moon for all young
hearts to make a
picture of.
The river--I remember this like a picture--the river was the
upper twist
of a written question mark.
I know now it takes many many years to write a river, a twist of
water
asking a question.
And white stars moved when the moon moved, and one red star kept
burning,
and the Big Dipper was almost overhead.
Carl Sandburg