Poem – Finding Home in the Chaos – Part 3

Sometimes when I see the midnight moon
over the superior waters I imagine,
if I reach for enough from the shoreline
I can catch the beams in my palm.

The iced shoreline captures and holds
the moon just long enough for me

to taste the ancient light and remember
my roots far beyond any physical planting here.

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