“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.”