GIRL WALKING ACROSS A FIELD
A girl is walking across a field, trailing
the sun on a long rope of light. She’s eating
beech nuts, dropping the spiky velvet shells
like Hansel, to mark the journey home.
When she returns at dusk, it will be
the moon that tugs her stumbling over
the same tussocks, through white clover
where the beech nut shells still lie.
The sun is a fool for lovers, gold-hearted
and broad armed. But at the day’s turn
and at the story’s end, the moon will pull
her long black tide over the world.