Luna Punto Stop

New Moon  December 20, 2025

Once there were coyote, cardinals

in the cedar. You could cure amnesia

with the trees of our back-forty. Once

I drowned in a monsoon of frogs—

          —Jennifer Elise Foerster

In the end

all that matters

is belonging

We need to know

ourselves beloved

on this earth or else

A gray ocean of sad

consumes us from head

to toe & beyond

Meanwhile

Everything

Happens

In short

I love you

I’m sorry

But really

more than anything

thank you.