Dinah: Waxing
Elliott batTzedek

My brothers are like suns,
twelve of them,
their light intruding everywhere, leaving
no shade, no places for dark secrets.

And I am only the moon.

When they are out you will not see me
at all, or at most pale shadow. But the night
is mine.

Now I am only
the smallest crescent
but one day, when I am full, my
radiance will turn all of the land
cool silver

illuminating
every path
that leads away.