Who are you moon-
half closed with your skull cap and
alabaster skin looking down on me with your condescending stare,
like you know me?
like you know my pain?
spinning like an ornament,
on that outstretched branch that is our galaxy
like you know me…?
Who are you moon—
disappearing when I need you most,
I can still see you hiding out in your outpost,
pulling the blankets over your head
so you don’t have to look at the living or the dead..
can’t you see your phases
are like turnings in mazes
smiling at us with that luminescent mouth,
tossing about our water
baptizing the earth,
when all we need is your light
in the wrinkles of our fingers so that when we pray
we can feel the cool spray of you moon;
who are you moon?
when will you be back?
I want you to acknowledge
this face, this place, this now,
cause tomorrow you’ll be different,
I know you won’t look at me the same.