The dog whined at the door and I excused myself from our last visitors of the day. She and I walked to the pond. I shivered and watched the moon come up over the tree line above the pond. Two ducks stirred the water like a wand that made the light sparkle and follow in spiraling circles.
"Sometimes the moon sat in the well at night.
And when I stirred it with a stick it broke.
If I kept stirring it swirled like white
water, as if water were light, and the stick
a wand that made the light follow, then slow
into water again, un-wobbling, until
the wind moved it."
--from Sometimes the Moon Sat in the Well at Night
by Marie Howe, in "The Kingdom of Ordinary Time"
"Sometimes the moon sat in the well at night.
And when I stirred it with a stick it broke.
If I kept stirring it swirled like white
water, as if water were light, and the stick
a wand that made the light follow, then slow
into water again, un-wobbling, until
the wind moved it."
--from Sometimes the Moon Sat in the Well at Night
by Marie Howe, in "The Kingdom of Ordinary Time"
Catherine, with all of the poetry reading and discussions with Zoe, you write like a poet now. The opening lines written by you (I presume) echo so well with the quoted piece by Marie Howe that one begins to think the two parts are in fact one. There is no Catherine White. There is no Marie Howe. There is only that piece, that sentiment.