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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