Luna Llena

A silver moon watches you

Writhing, under

Another night you can't get through.

If you know those itchy bones,

If you’re one of the many few—

Bargaining and betting

Their soul to see the day—

Hushed exchanges, deals in dark nights,

Prophecies, promises, possibilities.

You are a river gushing

Through a tunnel

With no end. You are a crying

Torrent, a hailing god,

Sends our silver moon

To watch over you

Moving from full and vast,

To new.

She’s seen the tides

How they change

Seen already, how you

will glance up to the skies again

at the very same point,

next year

Gaze at the very same moon

Once glared at in fear, you will

Smile! all at once! widely!

At its impossible light

Knowing you made it out of

That dark night.