Today we are in the midst of two holiday seasons that look to the moon.  Centuries ago, the first night of Passover coincided with the first full moon after the vernal equinox.  To this day, Easter is celebrated on the first Sunday after the first full moon after that same equinox.

Add to that the events of both a blood moon and a lunar eclipse last week, and it seems particularly fitting to present “Hound Point” today.  Ann Douglas lays claim to the moon in this lovely short poem while all the while recognizing the timelessness and universality of that wish.

Hound Point

When the moon came up
it was ours.
Sad to say, it bothered me
that anyone else
could see it otherwise,
you know, as theirs
down in California,
in photographs, or on pilgrimages
with walking sticks
inside painted
jars from China.

Reprinted with the poet’s permission.

portrait Ann Douglas 3-001Ann Douglas has poems published in Cake, The Seattle Review, The Colorado Review, Antiphon, Nimrod, Ploughshares, and other journals.  She has an MFA from Columbia University, and works in Washington State as a psychotherapist in private practice.

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