MOON MILK

 
The black breast of a backlit mountain
Captured the full moon as it rose
And held its white light within.
 
Jupiter ascended above the lower horizon.
Sky deepened from cobalt to Prussian.
Long past sunset we waited with anticipation
For moonrise.
 
The tip of her tit
Began to sparkle and shine
Each pine, on ridge and peak,
Became defined.
 
Milk of the Divine,
One giant drop,
Spilled from the summit.
 
Catherine Brooks, 2022

Photo: Catherine Brooks