Carpentrix

Sun comes up on a fresh year and everything is new and everything is the same. Sun moves through a glass of water and a shadow like an x-ray of the wingtip of ghost falls on someone else's counter. Sun warms the bowl of a spoon made of apple wood, carved from a log got at an orchard in the western part of the state, made as a gift for someone who gives me kindness, kindness for this fresh year, an apple wood spoon in the hand. Sun shows time's wing, moving always, same and new.

A QUESTIONNAIRE FOR THE MOON

In general, are you glad to be tethered by gravity to planet Earth? Please circle one:   Yes   No

Is the light you appear to shed made of ghosts? Please circle one:   Yes   No

If you were to describe the smell on your surface, you would use the word(s) (please circle all that apply):

  -Snow     -Black tea     -Dust char on heater when heat is first turned on     -Marshmallow     -Wet nickel     -Lily of the valley     -Basement (damp)     -Bone marrow     -Normal rock     -None of the above

Do you dream? Please circle one:   Yes   No (If yes, please fill out the following)

Do you dream about:   -Contours?     -Falling?     -The horror of arrival?     -Attraction and its many forms?     -Swimming in the laval fields before they were solidified?     -Stairways, elevators, ladders, other means of ascent/descent?     -Icarus, his feathers, his avoidable death, an alternative night flight in which you would’ve seen him soar, would’ve seen him safely to new land?     -Tidal waves, rogue waves, walls of water, flood, rhythm, swell, retreat?     -Mirrors?     -Shoes?     -Blood? 

The Wolf Moon is bright and high, and “The Moon in Full” series continues at the Paris Review.