Mooning equals

hearting every heart

nursing every kind

waving every sea

crafting every stone

wording every mouth

shining every gap

sleeping every eye

cuddling soil and sky

greening every shrub

denning every cub

birding high above

holding space with love

as your hand held in mine

mooning is

to mother all the beings

all the time

A poem from the novel “Dust and silk”