…and i’m eclipsing…
it’s the full blue moon
it’s the full blue moon and i’m eclipsing
i was waning like a baby celestial
small and smaller
drowning in my mountains of tears
insurmountable and alone
i screamed and hollered
for the bad man,
remembered, invisible & multi-formed
where is he lurking now?
i wept for my prince royal
i believe you to be regal and rising
am i not your equal?
could i too not rule an earthly kingdom?
could i not lead it with you?
it’s the full blue moon
it’s the full blue moons and im eclipsing
it’s the full blue moon and im eclipsing quite nearly out the visible realm
it’s the full blue moon and im eclipsing quite nearly out the visible realm but you all
bow your heads at the table
a moment of silence for your sister
defeat the doubt inside your daughter
wish the wonderwife well wherever wandering
hands held, magic of the moment
by mystics, healers, prophets & believers
and i hear the tail-end of my prayer
all fancy-fluster-footed outside the round table
can’t excalibur just quietly reshieve?
can’t we all just carry on?
but yall open your eyes and clamor
golly good graces!
a hip-hip-horray from your hearts
and duchennes all around
i don’t quite understand
i keep my head down
as i shimmy back to my spot
but i feel the thanking eyes on me
hear the blessings like rain from above
and my small smile has sprouted too
it’s the full blue moon
it’s the full blue moons and im eclipsing
it’s the full blue moon and im eclipsing quite nearly out the visible realm
it’s the full blue moon and im eclipsing quite nearly out the visible realm but
when you see me again
there’s a twinkle wink
you can’t quite understand
bc i’m no longer shrinking to share a face
i know i deserve more than a quarter, no longer
a cherry tree smiling in the embrace of her butcher
nor am i riding the same ridges
as the plagerising bum-fuck
who can’t take the apple-dropping hint
that while man might not care to nurture nature,
nature is always nurturing man
it’s in my nature to nuture,
but imma drop the man to drop the woe
stick with my bindle
and rekindle my dwindling flame
on the hopscotch cobblestone back to my worth
my womanhood, my divinity understood
it’s a full blue moon
and i’ve got my face back
it’s a full blue moon
and i’ve got my second chance
it’s a full blue moon
and i’m all 50 states of mind
outta my mind’s limit
dancing between time zones
timelines turning as sheet music for my shuffling feet
it’s a full blue moon
and i’m bessie coleman flying again
not a wrench in the works
the sky as open as my future
it’s a full blue moon
and i’m maya angelou again
my pen not a sword, but lightning
thru me heaven, thunder resounding
it’s a full blue moon
and i’m celia cruz again
the waving roar of an unsinkable island
reminds me to crash, rise, ¡Azúcar! de nuevo
it’s the full blue moon and im eclipsing quite nearly out the visible realm but
when you see me
again
there’s a twinkle wink
you can’t quite understand
yet