Things that are Important to Me

Moon Pull

To wander with nature,
unadorned, listening

to the morepork's mournful night call
to watch the stars tuck in the sun,

to watch its downfall
at the horizon's foot.

It is not enough to believe blindly
the earth is round, I have to watch

the arc of the moon, to feel its pull
of tides, its push of night.

I am woman and no longer bleed.