September, 2017

moon tale

i want to tell you of the golden moon that hangs in the nearly blue sky in the hours between rest and return between fires and floods and the unknown lost so lost in the upswell and the downdraft of not knowing what to do i have seen a child’s first days and last days i have held the last stitches of my mother’s hands i have opened my eyes to the horror of it all i have closed my eyes to catch one glimpse of how it used to be i want to tell you of the golden moon […]