Luna   by Danica Kreusch (South Africa)

Light spills into the stone basin

And collects itself into the moon

This is the place the birds bathe

Celebrating their freedom and purpose

And lifetime of trying to touch the sun

He has none of these three things

But he has her hand in his

Fingers knotted and not cupped

These long-dirtied palms

Submerge in the water

And for long moments they have created chaos

Then light collects itself over their linked hands

Luna

She feels like purpose and freedom and starlight

Enough, his heart finally sighs

No more striving use this link. She is enough.