the moon showed itself to me -

cloistered, remaining, regaining

sight -

it shone square in through the window

hadn’t seen it there ever before

always an angle hidden

these infinite gullies of grace;

dropping down into bottomless

barring down on one own’s peace

they float me up a moon

they cast me in the unknowable light

kiss my forehead if i am still enough to breathe

quiet enough to sleep