Rising Moons in the Needles of Trees Bring Me Water

Rising Moons in the Needles of Trees Bring Me Water Jonah Mixon-Webster (bio) I. If we find no more light in the worldthen where have our eyes gone?If it is all ruined and readiedto build up a new destruction,then what does that say about our desire?The trees work in the wind to createnighttime melodies. The wind workswith water to move the worldto its destiny. The water workswith the rock to make new spacepeaceful and steady. Nature makesa wondrous team even in its terrifying force.In the sky there is always light,even in the dark, even in the day. II. The light continues to wrestle the darkin the squared circled hearts of hatersand lovers alike. There's a matterin the sky that casts its lot of moonlightwhere my eyes are kept. Every visionis a fact, yet I shouldn't speak too muchof the shadows following me down the halllest they hear my fear and keep track.So where does joy go when we suffer? End Page 94 Where does pain go when we are healed?Must they exist together always in the voidof what goes unseen and untouched?If you ruled the world, what would you find first?Endless space to conquer? Food for the hungry?A light of your own to shine? End Page 95 Jonah Mixon-Webster jonah mixon-webster** is a poet and educator from Flint, Michigan. He is the author of Stereo(TYPE), which received the PEN America/Joyce Osterweil Award, and the forthcoming Promise/Threat. He holds a Ph.D. from Illinois State University. Copyright © 2024 Yale University