mother moon

when we speak

i see your eyes

trace my flaws

like you’re reading a map

in the lineaments of my skin

looking for a fault line,

straining to see falling stars

through cracks in my sky

my lightning

to you is mania, inconsistency,

danger,

and now the reports all say

she’s here, steer clear

and you wonder why

i hide from light

and why i hide my fear

when all along

it existed in plain sight

because you love me

like love is rare

and i atone for every short fall

and lend parts to every repair

see the weather in my head mum,

lately its been pretty bad

rain clouds form over

anxious tides that ebb

and flow with the moon

just like a mother

who comes then goes,

like a daughter who spoke too soon