The New Moon
Hold on to me.
We will slip carefully carefully
don’t tip it over
into this canoe
pale as birch bark
and with the stars
over our shoulders
paddle
down the dark river
of the sky.
Do not delay.
By next week
the canoe will be bulging with cargo,
there will be no room
inside for us.
Tonight is the time.
Step carefully.
Hold on to me.
~ Eve Merriam