you do not know
that the moon is yours*

if you have not yet realized
that the sun rises
with your breath and sets
with your calm,
let me wake you
before dew settles
on your tongue.

shadows paint your portrait
in the night. you watch the sky
with a furrowed brow.

if you do not know
that worlds rest in your hum,
let me go with you on your next
journey, and point to you
your powers.

when earth stains my knees
it tells me of your childhood.
let me take you to your past
in curling wood.

let me show you,
if you have not realized
I am the moon.