The Distence of Light

The distance of light Embryonic earth weaned from breasts wet with moonlight gorged with the milk of stars the after birth of distance. Eastern eyes peering from her circle gone as far as the wind as far from home to shake her to the wild ground. Burning with the longing that pounds fertile sands dressed in unfamiliar attire. She doesn’t recognize her hands or hear the heart of tides rising. She only knows that same moon peers into windows deep with bedding once her own, now stained with memories of a little girl watching the starlit pastels adorn her window. Looking now at the moist land wet with the gentle timber of morning she lets herself dance with each dream and every moment the earth comes to her rescue. Reminiscing, taking years away and letting her go home again. Ron Kempton 2/22/18