Moon Sisters

Mother time,

You gentle wave,

Floating rock looks down,

The sea never waits,

Blankets atop cliffs,

Grass leaves poke through,

Ouch,

Look up, look up,

Seven stars, but really hundreds,

Cluster of Pleiades,

Constellation of ambiguity,

Look in your periphery,

The moons, she’s waiting.

— Sarah Sea-Salt 2016