New moon, Advent

         
         

Waiting
for the moon to fill
night by night
hidden sun pouring light into you

in the great deep night
of the virgin's womb
holy child
floating in darkness
waiting to learn your name

soft crescent of dawn in me
out of darkness rising
in stillness, waiting

in this empty space
a presence
umbilical

I am the holy child
the night my womb

not another season but
a new person

pale belly
beating heart
dark moon, whole and round—
ah! you are already here.


         
         


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