the moon in full sunlight

like a pear
sliced in two
across its swelling belly
floating in
pale blue sky
the moon
opens to
push forth
the sun
bright child
greater than the mother
can there be a way back home

for both?


Betsy McKenzie
July 27, 2007

(Title from Chris Tiefel at linkhttp://treefull.blogspot.com/2007/06/50-titles-of-poems-i-would-not-write.html )