Three Hags and the Moon
Jealousy
First is the hag who comes in the day,
Her hair is quite black and her thoughts are quite grey.
"Science," she says, "is the truth and the way."
Next is the hag who comes around noon
Gibbering, jabbering notes like a loon.
She says, "It will end," but she doesn't say, "soon."
Last comes the hag who hovers at night.
Her eyes are ablaze and her hair is a fright
And she rubs and she rubs 'til your skin is alight.
I am the moon who cradles you whole,
Who holds you aloft in the stars and the cold
And knows, to grow new, you first must grow old.
December 22, 1998