Someone was the Sun
calling from across

the little island fields

we turned and took the last
glimpse of the closing lid

"Let's go, shall we?"

I could not answer, but only followed after

just someone's glance
along the rock path

Felicia Miller

For three weeks
the cool moon
bound by occult cords
moves through the houses
of memory and sleep
distills night in a bowl

But on the night of the full moon
what is mirrored
in a still pool?

Did I see you?
Feel your smile
as you fell?

People cross bridges
cars pass under them
or water

you waited
then jumped
(it must have happened quickly)

But what was it that rose in you
like a slow Phoenix
new wings
outstretched?

Felicia Miller