Letter

Tonight, as you walk out

into the stars, or the forest, or the city,

look up

as you must have looked

before love came,

before love went,

before ash was ash.

Look at them: the city’s

mists, the winters.

And the moon’s glass

you must have held once

in beginning.

That new moon

you must have touched once

in the waters,

saying change me, change

me, change me. All I want

is to be more of what I am.