Our new moon daughter

descended from an orbiting perch

nine months ago. Gestation swapped,

 

your zygote expanded in the cyclical sky.

Those kicks you felt — moonquakes

from our waxing crescent daughter. 

 

When your hips swiveled 

towards my husbandhood embrace

six months ago, I stepped into

 

the gravitational attraction 

of our shining kin,

our waxing gibbous daughter.

 

Over your cresting curvature,

my open palm rested, moonbeams aglow

through a paternal repose three months ago. 

 

You carried our full moon daughter

and I carried the groceries up ascending stairs 

one day ago — a full-term fetus above us —

into the perch of our home. 

 

Originally published in Moon Blossom Collective (March 2024)