crescent crown

 therapy today was:

OH MY GODDESS THANK YOU!

and this great green Earth, 

i get to live

and really it was allowing

my brain's desire to name

everything and constantly equate 

to melt a little into

the ether of being

i went on a walk at sunset

swaddled in my mother's down

coat, tan with a fur-lined hood,

turquoise leg-warmers over 

turquoise leggings and a baby

pink pashmina from the streets

of new york, $5, i was ever

replacing

these streets are so different, 

like: only a couple have

sidewalks, and the residences

aren't tall, aren't smunched

together like lovers or sardines

or step-siblings who didn't

mean to be so close, but

suddenly shared a room

there is space here, and lots

of yard decor, like porcelain

or plastic puppies and miniature 

gnomes and oily azure globes

propped on pillars to display

their sheen, and speaking 

gleam to the dying light

today i was so happy 

i went outside, like:

look, i watched a whole

sunset turned my head

left and there was blue velvet

night, overhead pink edging 

orange, golden and lilac 

undertones, and still

blazing brilliance 

to the right

over my head, like a crown,

a growing crescent moon