Fish Swim the Moon
The moon rises orange,
cords of black cloud circling
her pregnant belly.
My daughter drew Jupiter
this way, using thirty-seven shades of red,
she traced each ring one atop the other
placed each yellow moon in orbit. The teacher
wrote Late! at the top of the page.
Nothing is ever late.
Not this tolling carillon.
Not this wind tossed litter.
Not this Jupiter rising over black water,
where a fish swims the moon,
and we walk without drowning.
Published in Panalopyzine 2016
