Today, summer is three moons long. I try to pay attention to each of them. The golden luminous full moon last night, rising above the crest of the hill, stopped my breath for a moment.
In The Secret Room the story unfolds through Shawna's eyes. But in this start of a poem, it nestles in the words and thoughts of Shawna's best friend Thea, also in eighth grade:
THREE MOONS OF SUMMER
There are more than three, of course: one for tonight,its faint sorrow hanging over the cornfield,one for the next night, slim and paleas though throwing up dinner made her intoa waxed princess, faintly glowing. Thea knowsthere are more than three moons. Especially now.Summer lasts almost forever.
Across the road, close enough to hearif she yelled from her window, her best friend sleeps.It’s so unfair.
Want to hear more? I'll be reading the finished poem tomorrow in Brownington, Vermont, as part of the "Kingdom Perspectives" poetry gathering at the Congregational Church, sponsored by the Old Stone House Museum and the Orleans County Historical Society.