Author Evelyn Cresswell:   MOTHER’S DAY MOON

Mother’s Day moon
looms wondrously
above the mangroves
above the tide
which slips upstream
pushing its strength
to the furthest limits.

Hydrogen balloon
floats luminously upwards
drawing it’s light
across the water
like a skier
in a slipstream of white,
effortlessly.

So we sit
rapt by the mystery
of mankind’s menstrual symbols;
balloon bellied light,
water, and blood streaked sky,
thrusting energy and total delight.

Here we sit replete
old lovers holding hands
against the pull of the turned tide
and the stripping of the altar
of life that waits
on tomorrow’s waning moon.