Lunar

The ancients placed moonstones

in their mouths to see their futures;

under full moon, energy pulled

inwards, born from their mother’s rays.

To see my future, I placed a full moon

on my tongue; yearned to be lunar;

to see what ancients saw.  Worship

Artemis; marbleised, translucent;

let adularescence make me believe

that life is moonlight on calm water;

that I am only a spectre dreamt

by Luna in her long pale sleep.