a quiet pond

reflects a pool of stars

this must be

what it feels like

to reach the gates of Heaven

*

the rain is gentle

and the wind is soft

today i vow

to bottle up and save

this moment of ahh

*

my thumb caresses

this piece of moonstone

i wonder

whose hands loved you

long before mine

*Published in the spring 2021 edition of The Bamboo Hut