“When I see you and how you are

I turn my eyes away from the other

For your solemn and seal

I become wax throughout my body

I wait to be light

I give up opinions on all matters

I become the reed flute for your breath.

You were inside my hand but I kept

reaching around for something.

I was inside your hand but I kept

asking questions of those

that know very little.

I must have been incredibly

stupid or drunk or insane

to sneak into my own house and steal money

to climb over my own fence and take my own vegetables

but no more

I’ve gotten free of that ignorant fist

that was pinching and twisting my secret self.

The Universe and the light of the stars come through me.

I am the crescent moon put up over the gate to the festival.”