Inspired by the wimmin of We’Moon

We’Moon feel the call of the ocean

And some of us subsume,

Grow tails,

Flow with the salt and the rhythm,

Find freedom in the abyss.

We’Moon feel the call of the evening,

And some of us submit,

Grow wings,

Skim the harvest of moonlight

Dance wisdom with our flight.

We’Moon feel the call of the planet,

And some of us embed,

Grow roots,

Finger the hair of the sleeping earth

As a sister or lover might.

We’Moon feel the call of the bonfire,

And some of us ignite,

Grow eyes,

Drum for the spirit’s journey

And paint the sky with light.

We’Moon come in all bodies,

Our spirits are young and old,

Our skins: the colors of sunrise,

Our hair: the colors of dirt.

We walk the growth of the planet,

We are here to help her birth.

We’Moon is a cry of passion,

An undulating moan.

We are here with you, my sister,

We’re here to sing you home.