Moon that is linking our daughters’
Choices, and still more beginnings,
Threaded alive with our shadows,
These are our bodies’ own voices,
Powers of each of our bodies,
Threading, unbroken, begetting
Flowers from each of our bodies.
These are our spiraling borders
Carrying on your beginnings,
Chaining through shadows to daughters,
Moving inside our beginnings,
Moon of our daughters, and mothers.
First appeared from the Academy of American Poets Poem-a-Day. Republished with the permission of the poet.