Janice Hale-Hobby

WAFER OF THE MOON

What more do you want?
A perfect moon child?

When I'm with you,
I'm five years old
Straddling the hump
of an enormous bull elephant
and hanging on for life!

What more do you want?
Tears from the moon?

When I'm with you,
I serve you thin, blue milk
from my pale, alabaster vessels.
Yet you ask for cream.

What more do you want?
A man in the moon?

Learned long ago, it isn't so.
I lie in cool, wet grass
while the whole swollen belly
of the Milky Way swirls away
from me.

And in your lips, you bring me
one thin wafer of the moon.