MOONBIRTH

  At dusk
I went to the place 
where looking across the folds of hills 
I might see you. 

  Wanting a vision – expecting none –
suddenly there was a crease of light where day meets night:
a mystical plant erupting between earth and heaven. 

  It’s too fast, I thought, and yet
this birth continued 
inexorably – 

  swelling and rounding out until
complete at last and free  it seemed to me
to roll down the hills to thee.

  Barbara Liotscos 1987