(a Cherokee myth)
Alone, by darkness, and without a name,
My lover came to lie with me each night,
But kept his fervent face so out of sight,
I wondered from which tribe and clan he came.
So, with the ash of embers from my flame,
I brushed his cheek before his morning flight.
Next day, I saw. He now lives far, in shame.
No longer are we ever found together.
So marked we are, we neither seek another.
Forgive me, that I gave my love too soon.
All Heaven stands between us, since: the weather,
The warmth, the winds, and time. He is my brother,
That one the Principal People call the Moon.
Jennifer Reeser’s seventh collection, Strong Feather, is forthcoming from Able Muse Press, the sequel to INDIGENOUS, which was awarded “Best Poetry Book of 2019” by Englewood Review of Books. Her work appears in the anthology, "Christian Poetry in America Since 1940," edited by Micah Mattix and Sally Thomas, forthcoming from Paraclete Press. She is a bi-racial writer of European-Native American ancestry. Her website may be viewed at www.jenniferreeser.com
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