Moonwater

Where the night pours its light

I will be here

Father, this moment is long.

It stretches in a way that morning is taking her time to begin.

Sun, slow in her rising.

We can forget the polarities here and imagine anything, nothing.

I have been asked to sit with a question.

I have been repeating it with whispers.

I am not really saying anything other than your name.

Vaishali Paliwal

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