A million moons drape over each leaf,
Multiplying my eye
Fanning over lost laced loves.
Flashlights open hollow caverns of stars
Ivy beckons
My feet float over them,
Breathing rust and yarrow
Coal and clover
Grassy constellations in a myriad of soft blue
Nothing is coming for me here
But the moon watches him
I look over darkened shoulder
And see iridescence, my moon-silhouette,
Gardening the night fruit
Lunar beams crown my head,
I am another moon.
Dark and light, watchful phases
A million raindrops
Invert the sky and earth
And paint with them on the ground
I hold ceramic bowl swirling
A century old stone
Rain presses on me like a thumb sealing a letter
The leaves fall, digital and real, striations of glistening decay
Gingko fans muddle, outlining their mother
Collaging the trees’ scraps into halos
Rain covers concrete cherubs
Their eyes blank, nested in ancient vines
Watching the clouds cleanse their concrete bodies.
Moonset is behind the weeping sky.
The pools ripple.
Leaves shake the wet from their moon drunkenness.
They remember, in cells and membranes
How moonlight rebirths them in the dark.
I look under the source,
and see my sky silken silhouette.
Darker, then lighter.
Eclipsed mind and heart.
The rain fills my empty bowl.
The moon looks into it.
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 12:50 PM UTC
A million moons drape over each leaf,
Multiplying my eye
Fanning over lost laced loves.
Flashlights open hollow caverns of stars
Ivy beckons
My feet float over them,
Breathing rust and yarrow
Coal and clover
Grassy constellations in a myriad of soft blue
Nothing is coming for me here
But the moon watches him
I look over darkened shoulder
And see iridescence, my moon-silhouette,
Gardening the night fruit
Lunar beams crown my head,
I am another moon.
Dark and light, watchful phases
A million raindrops
Invert the sky and earth
And paint with them on the ground
I hold ceramic bowl swirling
A century old stone
Rain presses on me like a thumb sealing a letter
The leaves fall, digital and real, striations of glistening decay
Gingko fans muddle, outlining their mother
Collaging the trees’ scraps into halos
Rain covers concrete cherubs
Their eyes blank, nested in ancient vines
Watching the clouds cleanse their concrete bodies.
Moonset is behind the weeping sky.
The pools ripple.
Leaves shake the wet from their moon drunkenness.
They remember, in cells and membranes
How moonlight rebirths them in the dark.
I look under the source,
and see my sky silken silhouette.
Darker, then lighter.
Eclipsed mind and heart.
The rain fills my empty bowl.
The moon looks into it.
