have you ever not

moon—

 

have you ever

not  written a poem simply

because you wanted

to keep it all

to yourself?

or keep its magic

from breaking

open?

and have you ever

let yourself

 absorb some

 of what you’re reflecting

just to feel it

take root

 there,

just there,

off a little ways

from dead

center

where you always wanted

it to be?