letter to future you

I miss you

big moon woman

rising on your own horizon

every night I follow you

through the sky my arm

stretches to take you down

and every morning I want you

should the first thing I hear be your voice?

the wild buck inside me says yes

but you have your own sphere

only in the night of my imagination

do you emerge glistening with a pale ring

in the steel and aluminum facts of my morning commute

I see your smile in my coffee cup

my hands clap at a song we heard

am I the city and you the forest

or you the town and I the rolling hills

and along our bodies the river?

but then your world whirls around you

woman moon, brilliant pearl for lambs in the knolls

as for a lover with the afterimage of your body engraved in his eyes

every morning before dawn

I carry my rowboat down

on the other side

I haul you to a kiss

I net you in my arms

You are my milk, moon, mine alone

one touch from my hand

means we become one world

children of one Earth

one lunar angel rising in passion

white fire trickling from our feathers

as we give birth to a new wakefulness