Tears of the Moon

I had my hands in hot water,
but I remember the coldness that came into me,
like the flat of a blade
on bare skin.
It was a day following other days of sweat and hazy skies.
There were no puffy white clouds or balmy breezes, only a wall
of humidity thick enough to swim in.

Now I, believe in the other side and the eternity of the soul
and I love fairly tales as much as the next guy?.
but, standing at the kitchen sink, I saw the moon cry
in the middle of the afternoon.
I didn't know if it was signaling my damnation or my reprieve.
I scrubbed that scrambled egg pan until my fingers bled
trying to wash away the trace of yellow tears
that had been outlining my life for to damn many years.

Bobbie Kilzer Gogain