June 18, Morning After the Strawberry Moon 

Honey, rose, and mead.
& how did I celebrate? 

I spent the week hiding. &
coiling around her, so she felt held
in love, I split from myself. 

I perform gratitude. & abundance.
I perform openness. & fullness. 

I perform this summer solstice,
pausing to plant the seeds
I’ve been told to plant. 

The moon tells me
to gather stones
                            & name them. 

I breathe in. my wrist tenses,
& my hand shapes around air. 

the moon tells me,
let go of distraction. 

the back crease of my wrist
aches, and there’s nothing
in my palm to name. 

the air starts to cloud &
all I see is my own hand.