Moon Glow

—I thought I saw a letter thrown on the porch
but it was only moon glow.”

—Eeva Liisa Manner

In the old days I waited for letters
As if they were commutations

A sure fire woman
A festive friend—

I could hear my breathing
While approaching my post box.

How light they were
Those moon notes.

Foolish to say
But I was so young

I thought of how
We might live inside

Lamps, radios, clocks.
Paper. Star paper.

A vanished lake.
A distant hidden room.

The old days…
No special beauty.

Slips of paper.
Hands. Moon.