Original print: Tom Rauschenfels
A tiny quarter moon is left
dangling in the dawning sky,
while the pink daylight washes over
the lingering night, and the world turns over
and rolls out the next day.
Full brash morning pushes the moon
from her cradle, wanting no reminder
of measured pleasure and the curling ashy edges
which encompass daylight, always waiting,
the fingered minutes slipping from the hand
and spilling out like stars,
blinking as they fall into night.
Collaboration piece for the LSW Poets and
Northern Printmaker Alliance, show October 2004.
Print cannot be republished without permission of the artist.