What is it she is hiding so assiduously
that she always shields one face while
freely offering the one we already know.
And why all the coming and going, why
not just be like her cousins, always
present until the final moment and then
making a grand exit for all to see.
She knows she pulls on us, on our
emotions, we mark time by her visits.
Still we treat her like the goddess
she so wants to be, basking always
in reflected glory, and she pulls at us,
our love for her, our frustration
ebbing and flowing to her rhythm.