My grandmother taught me not to stare at the moon for too long
and to never fall asleep facing a mirror
My mother buried cakes in the garden at sunset
when we had a string of bad luck
and things got better
If I love You, why can’t I look at the moon?
The space between people is too far
but Your light hangs close
casting no shadow
This world is Your creation
One of many
And here I am
made in Your image
casting shadows
as every mortal candle will
Trying to burn somehow different
somehow better
something fiercely warm
and soft to the touch
Maybe today,
oh,
maybe today
