Moonrise, Hernandez


Jane Candia Coleman

(For Ansel Adams)

It is not night yet
but we stand waiting
for the moon to come
for the first thin slice
to deepen dark places.

Its quick leap
its sudden light
do nothing to dispel
our solitude.
There are needs in us
for which we have only silence.

If someone would photograph
this moonrise
we would show in the foreground,
head stones, sorrowing,
side by side.

From No Roof But Sky by Jane Candia Coleman, High Plains Press.
© 1990 Jane Candia Coleman

Books by Jane Candia Coleman

No Roof but Sky: Poetry of the American West, High Plains Press.
The Red Drum: Poetry of the American West, High Plains Press.
Stories from Mesa Country, Swallow Press.
Discovering Eve: Short Stories, Swallow Press.
Moving On, Leisure Books.
Doc Holliday's Gone : A Western Duo, Five Star.
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