Escape from the black cloud that surrounds you.
Then you will see your own lightas radiant as the full moon.
Moon-gazing
No ichnographer
Save our hearts
Well known
As our own faces
Reflections
Of an un-sprouted bloom
Staring
Waiting to step
From time’s ledge
Ever-changing
Never changing
Preserving its astral logic
And our own
©Copyright 2021 Martina Green McGowan, MD
Photo by Timothy Garding on Scopio