FIRST QUARTER MOON BETWEEN TWO SEQUOIAS

In reverence and honor of the Feminine, and those who are devoted to being a container of safety for her ageless attributes of wisdom, power, beauty, love. Her essence is life itself.

First Quarter Moon Between Two Sequoias

The day’s low fog clears 

an hour before sundown, 

I have held my heart 

in its upset, its opening

and closing, rising and falling

breath I cannot stop—

weeping, the curvature 

of my body collapsing 

into itself bathed 

in water I anoint

this skin with oil, slow 

motion palms smoothing 

places hidden in daylight 

now bare to be seen 

in the light through windows.

I forgot for a day or two 

that I hold a crescent arc 

of a waxing moon in the bowl 

of my womb, my two rooted

legs like trees tied to earth

grown up to almost touch, 

creating a cavern of sky 

and limb, a v shaped crevice 

framing in the tidal pulse

of a planet. 

The center of myself 

is illuminated, a glowing orb

soft in the dark, 

mountains circling. 

By Hannah Elizabeth King

Song credit “Dunes” by Chequerboard