i had no idea i was starving

till i drank in your light 

my mother, my healer,

waxing gibbous,

starry night.

…

i looked at the moon and i felt guilt.

i told her i’m sorry for not coming out and connecting with her

but i forgot her nature,

that of a mirror.

soon did my gaze turn 

inward.

i’m sorry for not connecting with you.

i held myself and came home.