BOTH HALVES OF THE MOON REQUIRED
—Tom Goff, Carmichael, CA
This winter has a way to undecide
whether to glow by sun or shimmer down rain.
So humans, even lovers, have twin sides,
moon-fashion, each song-mirroring one refrain:
the forlorn star-glow, despairing to be lit
enough to chase away the cold with fire
—this, we call the dark half—split from, and yet knit
to, that half bright-to-blinding as is desire.
O shield to catch and deflect the mighty sun,
cloth to absorb like shot silk the great dark
nuanced with faint sparkles: you, my dual
behaver and believer, you are my one
who, knowing dark moods and what they do, can spark
me (jest or grieve) rhapsodic with renewal.
—Medusa, with thanks to Tom Goff for his beautiful sonnet ushering us into this dark week of the Winter Solstice.