This month of moons
Wreaks havoc on
My naïve preconceptions
Throws sublime
To the dogs
And shatters
The me I thought I was
This moon is full
A second time
I know not where it leads
But my pagan roots
Long to dance in its glow
If only I could locate it
This moon it brings
Hope, fear and change
And forces me to grow
And shed
And start anew
This month has transformed
From the start
And bookended life
In symmetries of delightful unknowns
From heavenly bodies
To midnight suns
And light
Awash with
Pain
Released.