High in the weir
of a tree’s bare
the half-moon flops
like a trapped herring
betrayed by the beautiful tide
that carried it here.
It struggles to work free
breathing harder
with every smack
of its bright body
against the shallows
and I can’t remember the last time
I was full
of light

Jean Monahan is the author of the poetry books Hands, Believe It or Not, and Mauled Illusionist, the first of which received the Anhinga Press Prize.