The Return of the Moon
By Dana Naone
I
The thought of being away
from you
makes the golden dragon
leap from the lacquer tray
The roof cracks under the blue sky
even though it is day
the moon will rise
II
After a month apart
I come upon you in the garden
the black seeds slip from your hand
into the black furrows
a rainbow arches
over the evening houses and trees
the dogs are going home
to dishes set out on porches
the light folds its wings
night visitors in the grass
wake up among the fallen guavas
we stay where we are to watch
the moon rock on a hill
III
Under the curve of the moon
a man coughs as he gets up
from a letter to a friend
he has not seen since
the trees outside the window
were no taller
than the waist of his wife
he remembers how
once in the light
of another moon
he saw the tail of a pheasant
lift the silvery grass
IV
Walking late at night
on the empty road
rising to the mountain
we turn to each other and see
through the open trees
a cloud filled with moonlight
Bio: At the time, Dana Naone lived in Haiku, Maui with her husband and daughter. She would be guest editing “an issue of literature based on Hawaii land and water rights for Bamboo Ridge, due out in fall 1985.”
Mahalo for reading!