Inclined to Moon
We saw a particular moon on a particular morning
and rated both moon and morning poem-worthy
although I don’t, as a rule, assemble
collections of phonemes for the moon, or sun, or sea,
or love. The moon appeared at its largest,
butter yellow nearing the hazy horizon
a disproportionate scrapbook cutout
on blue paper dusted with glitter, exaggerated
by placement and because it told us
to take note. We tried to say something
in our moon-moment but uttered nothing
other than oh, and wow; our mouths
moon-circles until we had to admit
there were no shapes
to fill this particular lack.
Sandra Lloyd received a Bachelor of Science degree from U of T, a Nursing Diploma from Humber College, and is currently pursuing a Masters in Creative Writing at U of T. Her prose and poetry have appeared in publications including The Antigonish Review, The Windsor Review, and Other Voices. She received a literary prize from MSVU in Halifax, served on the advisory board for McMaster University’s Main Street Anthology and is a member of the Hamilton Poetry Centre.




