Wholly New Moon

No excuses. Heart break gerund.

Heartbreaking, breaking open.

New Moon, folks.

Are we going to return

to broken ways?

Action verb. Metrics:

Width of Grief

is Depth of Love.

It’s Lovers Moon, y’all. Old re-

lations, new shapes, new

forms, new expressions, new

courage to love.

Courage To Love is attention

directed intention, kinship.

A ship of interwoven species,

together in the open—

a storm brewing under

a spring new moon

wholly wrack, wholly ruin, wholly

new-old ways of care-

taking reality. First the sadness,

the bone-loss ache, the alienation,

the chaos wind, the violence immanent

throughout human societies, the trauma

locked in our bodies, songs caught in throats

the fear of falling, of not-enough, of dis-grace.

Holy aria of longing, once begun,

must lead to courage-to-act.

Whatever moon, whatever contradictions, whatever

gets us closer to real listening

is peace

whatever calls us to wholly grieve is also

what might awaken us from the dream

of new & old, empty & full.

Moment

& moment again

anew, afresh.

Moment by moment love widens

the field, seeds summer growth,

sweetens a dark harvest.