Oh Moon

[bruorton]

How do you do it?

Time after time

rising in darkness

whether you have

light to shed

or only sympathy

for the night.

 

How do you keep

coming back

from the Shadow,

reinventing yourself,

unveiling another month

unlike every single one

to come before?

 

The full moon is the one

everyone notices, names,

sings love songs to.

But the world is

always being remade

without witnesses:

the infant unfurling

 

in the womb,

the seed cracking open

in the silent earth.

The true miracles happen
in the utmost dark,

every time. New moon.

New moon. New moon.

Comments

[kaph]

I adore this.