Under a different Moon,
We shone rebelliously,
A pair of rough-edged diamonds
Refusing to be polished smooth
By life's conventions.

It is Spring's first day,
But the wind blows cold
And the buds have not yet started blooming.
Sometimes I think of you
And how we loved and how we laughed
And what we lost
When we decided to live apart,
Divided by a sea of memories.

The winds have changed,
But they may change again.
Perhaps these fleeting words,
Which I have slipped into a bottle of hope and longing,
Will one day wash up on a distant shore
For you to savor
Under a different moon. 
 

Rosalind Resnick

March 21, 2017