Joshua Bocher’s Sartrean Moons
Frozen Life
“There is nothing left for you here.”
The head of this shadowy figure
Tilts towards the ground.
Salt is scattered about,
Shimmering,
The snow a blinding mirror,
Human figures in the distance
Tiny as the hairs on his chin,
Visiting from
An old Chinese painting.
Queen of All Under Heaven
The moon reigns over the night sky,
Queen of all under heaven.
The stars serve her:
What she wants, she gets.
I stand below the kingdom
As the clouds cry tears.
With nothing to shield myself
I can’t find my way home.
The wind freezes, the air is still,
My breath is a dry cough.
I think of my love so far away
And feel colder still,
But on the surface of the moon
I spot her lovely smile.… Read more “Joshua Bocher’s Sartrean Moons”