She steps out into the privacy
of her overgrown back yard
Steps out into the crisp night air
Looks up toward the full moon
beginning to feel its embrace
Steps out of her flowing robe
Her silky silken flowing robe
that silently falls to her feet
in the shape of a continent
She now stands unadorned
Nothing between her bare skin
and the moon’s geography
except eons of unwritten past
She twirls in joy and looks
up again at the moon
spreads her arms wide and
as all else grows silent
begins her full-throated howl