sister water

The fire smoke reddened the sun

in the year of fear

The fog from the sea blew against it, clean like a blessing

And between the two, the moon

Radiant with her knowing

That her shining in cycles was enough

To meet this moment.

Her stillness asked me:

And you?

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oh,

I can release the burden

of failing to carry every thing

And remember that I

am part of the Weaving.

Some of the waters,

my sister will carry

And she will offer to me

to drink.

-2020