Woman in the Moonlight
Have you, of late,
gazed up at the sky?
Eyes caught by the Moon,
Her ecstasy awry?
Rounded She is,
as the seal’s exposed head,
as the bellies of mothers,
revered in Her bed.
She goes and She comes,
with the flow of the tides,
emerging with poise,
behind cloud, She confides,
“O Woman, be lit!
Not scared or with woe,
if lost, then be found,
in my light, you will glow!”
ABOUT THE ARTIST
After a Fulbright teaching fellowship to Mexico and summer of waitressing, Amanda Spiller is back in Oaxaca eating tlayudas, teaching her little brother Spanish, and learning about sustainable agriculture. Amanda enjoys breakfast food, radical feminism, and anything paradoxical. Her blog can be found here.
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