She captures autumn
in a jar
reads the moon's straying
through leaf and branch
Always in love
with love
and always reeling
from the loss
What wave tossed this refugee
ashore?
What alignment
of stars and planets
of uncountable galaxies
brought this woman
to this world and not another?
A simple truth will tell.
The moon at high tide
hides beneath her skirts.
A slight disturbance
in the silken fabric
of space and time
and all is lost
all is born.
I hold my hands out
palms up
in prayer and thanks
every day
to mark the blessing
to place a peg
in the whole.
Given to all
denied to none
and mysterious to most
Life pours out of
a hole in the sea
leaves nothing
and everything
to chance.
This blessed world.