I know the difficulty
of the moon’s pulls
from the window
as you restlessly search
like a wave looks
for shore
while your arm is trapped
by the boulder
you, by
accident, moved here.
I, too, am afraid
I can't swim
away from my childhood
deep end. But I swear

moonlight
never gave up on me
even when I fell
asleep.
So as you reach
for harbor
I will end
my song softly
as I navigate
through
which notes to hold
in & which ones
to let go of.