Moth Wings

She who floats also lands -old Zen saying

She flutters downward

sometimes grasping

at her beloveds

sometimes

with her eyes

stroking them

Occasionally she rests

on the living room couch

or

in the prickling leaves

amongst frosted acorn tops

beneath Live Oaks

Falling is

a skill,

she learns

like a young spider

Naming is a fingerhold

God Damn this Grief

Like Vana

she turns letters

until they fit

This feels like peace

Meaning

is a vacation

Landing,

temporary