november 2, 2023

most nights we seek the moon before bed, to stand in wonder of that shining orb. he knows its name and says it often.

in some ways I am waxing, growing more sure of myself, growing more visible.

in others I am waning, squeezing like a rag, loosing the echoes of years past to find new homes elsewhere.

home is any sanctuary. home is this sanctuary. home is what I forgot and by some miracle, found again.