WANING CRESCENT

I lie beneath an old moon

it’s 4 a.m.

the city streetlights are scattered like the stars

I’ve been waiting for the sun to come up

to bless me with the brightest of magentas

for a perfect calm

even the javelina greet us good morning

we needed the silence

to be alone

with our thoughts

the static & blue neon

while sheets of copper guide us home

the land always reminds me of who I am

we are the wild sunflowers in bloom

reliving memories in the meadow

where the horses graze —

where I’ve been telling the sky about you

I wonder if the crow know

I washed myself clean in the Whiteriver flowing cold

that I rested my grief there

peacefully, with love

& a lucidity so extraordinary

I’ve begun carrying the daisies within me