poem o' the day

I love the night, the moon. (There is a lovely Maurice Sendak quote I would like to plug in here, but I have the memory of a lab rat... I will look for it for tomorrow...) So, for today, Robert Bly's poem, "The Moon:"

After writing poems all day,
I go off to see the moon in the pines.
Far in the woods I sit down against a pine.
The moon has her porches turned to face the light,
But the deep part of her house is in the darkness.