Girl Friday Moon

—for HCB, a singular morning star

Cosmic love is plain as day—

it is praise for a place to rise from

for the straightening braces of family

& the mirror spirit that sees you

seeing you

(Seeing all you don’t see

is a kind of seeing too)

So it is not clock time that matters

not the metric of comparison

neither thistle nor thorn but the bees

& myriad mouths who do not discriminate

but harvest according to their own love

for love is visiting low clovers in season

& returning to contribute bites

of watercolor yellow & spits of stone amber

May each night be your anniversary

of descent into distinguished embodiment

May the changing moon be a protector

& prism for seeing the unseen

for knowing that there is unknowable out there

that there is a fertile coil of mystery

called your life

that is wholly in alignment

even as it spirals from control

The tireless wind says:

Your life is a live silver wire

a marvelous loop of awareness

extending from heaven

to the future

& all of it perfumed

with the breath of countless invisible flowers

blessing these moments

that become you.