brilliant crescent moon
nestles her baby in her breast
look if you don't believe
she is a harbinger of hope
while we sweep out our
innards
she suckles
and waits
while we wallow
in our shit
while our skin is lacerated
by the steely blade
of uncertainty
while suburbia
perches
on the edge of madness

she watches

while we kill the children
and rape their mothers
while we send soldiers
to set fires
while we plug in to
alternate reality

she is patient
she knows
time stops when we become
givers of life
open to receive
womb of desire
her beauty and her song
are silent reminders
of the exquisite grace
and eternity
inside

the question is always
what lays beyond