Earth and Moon

For Alison and Emily- At Camp

When I joined
that longest line of women,
it was earth that fed me,
my wings folded over
the world within.

Your souls were air,
but we were all wetness,
milky melting,
barely formed.

The moon pulls
my wombless winging self.
You fly over earth,
circling each other,
then
for a moment,
straight back to the space
where you used to be.