Dark moon

On a hill

in this full empty sky

no thing is visible

holding the rhythm of the tides

nor the certainty of the sun

only glimmering points of light

a star field without single name

draws intuited geometries

the way home.

Here a silent orientation arises

in the dark

where you find yourself

only through absence

as you await the arrival 

of the unknown.

You walk understanding 

it is not this and not that

but something beyond your hands

ungraspable.

And you fall into the next step

off the map

and into the land.

—Lorena