(It Could) Have Gone Either Way
It could have gone either way. The moon
was dripping alphabets, on the one hand.
On the other, she was saying everything like:
Now we can be friends. I can get married again.
We can put the children in a private school. You
will have all day to do whatever it is you do.
I appreciated the concern, but the truth was
I hadn’t done anything. We didn’t know why
other people get so excited about what are just
daily affairs. Everything now is better for all
concerned. We didn’t mention what we’d do
with the children’s first alphabet, or our old
high school’s moon. If we had, we would not
have known how it all would have turned out.
by Paul Dickey
Editor’s Note: Everything in this poem is allegory—meaning must be assigned by the reader, yet it isn’t difficult to acknowledge that a moon might have something to offer on the great mystery of human relationships.