New Moon

You gaze down on us
like a tall man on stilts,
walkin’ round,
showing off nothin’
but your golden smile—
you are a spy with hat pulled low.

What do you see,
new moon,
as you survey
this blue marble?

You, who inspire love songs,
when you bare all,
do you see us loving
this breathing beauty
we are called
to husband?

Bare your face.
Inspire us to sing love
to this sapphire lady
with our living–
protectors, caretakers,
healers, amends makers–
teach us the songs
of love.