Moon River (Stacy Wills, 2014)
alcohol inks on yupo + sacred altering
Scraps of Moon
Scraps of moon
bobbing discarded
on broken water
but sky-moon
complete, transcending
all violation
Here she seems to be
talking to herself about
the shape of a life:
Only Once
All which, because it was
flame and song
and granted us joy,
we thought we'd do, be, revisit,
turns out to have been what it was
that once, only;
every invitation did not begin
a series, a build-up:
the marvelous did not happen
in our lives, our stories
are not drab with its absence:
but don't expect to return
for more. Whatever more
there will be will be
unique as those were unique.
Try to acknowledge the next song
in its body-halo of flames
as utterly present,
as now or never.
-from The Great Unknowing: Last Poems
by Denise Levertov (1923 - 1997)
