Gibbous by Holly Cross

Gibbous by Holly Cross 

The gibbous moon glows 
And my round tummy grows 
Like the face of the she-moon. 
The womb inside waxes and wanes with her; 
A great silver coin in a black silken purse.

The woman in the moon weeps for us.
She mourns for the lost daughters 
Cast across the brown belly of the earth. 
Scattered. Separated. Unaware of her. 

She rides across the glittered sky 
Pregnant, full of a longing, 
Waiting for the moment 
When just one of us will look up 
And realize not her power 
But our own.