Not the harvest moon
prompting my husband

to ask for my hand
to dance in front yard

but this big full moon
who shines opposite

across the pond
causing me to fling

open plantation shutters
when I fill bathtub

with lavender salts
to offer my body

glowing as I
focus on receiving

light I need
in darkness

praying for lunar
cleansing and forgiveness

as I silence voices
echoing taunts I imagine,

wishing for peace
alone in a bathtub

stringing lines
into verse