She Wish She Had So Now She Will

Arch her back to the fickle sky,
Emulating the moon
That flings its partially
Made self across acres of space
Regardless of night or day.
Brave but often incomplete.
What a spectacle. What a disaster
To think that you can show up
Like that. For everyone to see
As you make and remake yourself.
Confident. Uncertain.
Wildly weird in your power
To disrupt tides, shake mountains,
And warp tender souls.
Changing, betraying, tempering
The laws of balance and gravity.