The moon has always fit as easily
into a puddle or the shoreless sea.

Birches are toppled by the ice that clings
or the bee-heavy vines that summer brings.

Whether I’ve fallen in or out of love,
I’ll hanker for the things I used to have.

Charles Rafferty’s books include The Man on the TowerWhere the Glories of April Lead and During the Beauty Shortage. He has published poems in The FormalistTriQuarterlyThe Southern Review and Quarterly West. He teaches at Albertus Magnus College.

First published in Measure, Volume 1 (2006)