La Luna

the nightmares persist

but the scales rebalance

towards hope. they say

if you stand by water for

thirty minutes then your

troubles will float away, 

carried off by the tides,

overseen by the moon. last

night she looked so full, but

might not have been. every

time I see her this bold, this

sure of herself, I think back

to that one night in El Salvador

when the dam broke and they

held me. they named the violence, 

and they held me. they gently 

pulled away the bottle, and 

they held me. they shouted my

name in the dark, and they

held me. they found a smooth

edge on a rock on a mountain, 

and they held me.

and for that night, underneath
the moon, I am grateful. for
I've never felt as alone at night since.