In This Moment (for Gibbous)

Let me be your witness.

 

Shower you with attention

That knows no antidote, no want

For itself. Its reach

 

across space, telephone signal

Skin to distant skin. No want

For itself. Its reach

through your closed lids

 

as you bear yourself through

Caressing your own dreams and worries.

Let me be your witness.

Hold a clear space with attention

That knows no grasping, no want

 

For itself. Its reach

A breeze to remind you, north to south

Mind to distant mind,

That everything good is nearer

than we ever believe.