Its when the sliver of moon
cuts a sharp bright arc in the night
cupping a great dim ball
and you think the whole moon
must be lit by the brilliance
of the crescent which faces the Sun
until you remember shadows are black
that light does not turn corners
that there must be another source
that illumination of what is hidden
can only come from your own reflection.

Sally Zaino
March 2, 2006
From the chapbook "Hard Frost," Finishing Line Press, 2013