Moon Night

A poem

Image generated by the author using DALL-E.

The moon does not give halves when the heart is full.
She unfastens all her winds into my sails,
and to the black sea, I surrender
to catch a glimpse of my reflection
in the pink of June.
Two smoke clouds drift by—
witnesses to what could no longer hold.
The water rises to my lips,
drinks my thirst, my lament,
my torment, my numbness—
and now, my spine remembers its wings.
Like sheets unclipped from the line, they fly
into the moon night.

If you’ve never swum at night under a full moon, try it once.
And when you do, write. Let your thoughts drift like moonlight across the water.

Thank you to the lovely Catharsis Chronicles team for creating a space that feels like home. ❤