I know you
are full now
moon--
the astronomers
have told me.
They chart you.
They don't know you
but they chart you.
How more intimate
a woman
who charts
herself,
a womb longing
for a child,
a song of a child
and a chair to rock in?
You are full and reflective.
Enter her,
won't you?
Make her round
with you--
as you wax and wait
and wax and wait,
make your glow
shine out of her eye,
around her belly--
chart her!
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