Supermoon I

As this April ends
we can wait
wild with the honesty buds
for your light to expand.

As you grow pink
we can assume
all will stay frozen
or hope to climb up
or fly with the crows
into your moss centre.

As rivers run
and fish swim again
we can believe
that you are not proof
of a universe that’s cold
or a body
without a face.

As you take up the clouds
we can dread happenings
like a trial to negotiate
a fire to accept
or the tail of the scorpion
of that constellation
you’ll claim.

Or we can believe nothing
take a wager on the mystery
that comes and goes
and should never be explained.