Startling Moonlight

My body barely recognizes
danger, unmoved as the shape
of trees is like an echo of an old
story- mine, maybe but bigger
and startling like a harvest moon
when you’ve lost track of time.

I don’t make bargains
but freely give pieces of myself
and don’t forget touch.
Especially when it’s moonlight.

Wondering how high we can climb
takes up a lot of my thoughts,
whether we could find our way
back or even if we would want to.