The Moon with a Hole in its Heart

The moon travels solo

around the Earth.

Never getting closer,

never getting farther away. 

On Monday night it sits

in the bar, hackneyed, locks eyes

with the lonely. Stays over Wednesday

night and by Sunday cuts

the strings, ready for harbor

in the bosom of its own breast. 

It is not for lack of wanting.

It is not for lack of loneliness.

It is not for malice or greed.

It is for sweetness. 

Sincerity. Exploration.

It is to test the tethers

of the past, to transcend

the damage that has been

done, to mend the broken bones

of relationship, marriage. 

Do not blame the moon. Revel

in its authentic caring

for itself and forget about the hole

that is not yours

to heal. The hole

that no one can see

but everyone knows is there.