Poem for June 5, 2017

[Moon in Scorpio trines Mars in Cancer & Neptune in Pisces]

we sit
at the bottom,
waiting,
lungs
submerged
in saline.

the purge
comes
when we lift
our limbs
to rippling stars -
scarring black
sand - and
make friends
with the dark.

and then, when
shadows split
hematite veins,
our bodies
dissolve to spirit.

we pray
to angels, who
pull us out
through our ears
and heal us
with our hands.