the moon showed itself to me -
cloistered, remaining, regaining sight -
it shone square in through the window hadn't seen it there ever before
always an angle hidden
these infinite gullies of grace;
dropping down into bottomless barring down on one own's peace they float me up a moon
they cast me in the unknowable light
kiss my forehead if i am still enough to breathe
quiet enough to sleep
nothing is held back a
shudder
of recognition
turns into bellowing hellos
these gregarious ions
step past the thorny cast
and swollen river
of silence
sadness comes, blunt force comes but is evaporated; who else comes, will you come?
hands held
just a simple walk along
and great peripheral knowing
of all that is wonder in this waking