The Moon to Her Godchild                    

 On the birthnight of her seventh year
the child, Selene, has escaped
to the tree-circled pond
where she and her namesake meet.

 Tonight she finds a gift of twisted silver,
kneeling, immerses her arm to receive it,
circlet of light, birthstone of water,
the fluent elements in which they speak.

 Accepted in these offerings,
evanescence is a constant,
the thread that joins their names.

 Marjorie Mir