Moon Cycle

New Moon

I feel my boundaries, but discover
I have none

No frame of light can stop me so I bend
To listen, for I know no better grace than pressing
An ear to the earth, cradled inward,

Like a dream, where others walk and have walked,
Their footsteps, a crowd of drums.
I know their ways and weights gathering
Into the soft spaces, sinking.

And as a woman I stand at your opening,
New Moon, bleeding, because I too am full
To the brim with mystery and strength

Whispering secrets
Gained from marching across
The river to the Underworld–
That Other Night.

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