Radiant

The moon is full of milk

like a woman's breast 

like Mary standing on her crest

round and supple like Diana's Lips

to which the wolves profess

and drink the light poured onto the earth

and nourish the cheeks of mothers close to birth

and like a ball gown

sweeps its edges over the ground

upon the grass like blessed rain 

upon the feet of little girls in play

upon the backs of women who walk on the porch to contemplate

the ethereal essence of the divine

or admire the way the moon commands the waves onto the shoreline

upon the eyes of women leaders

CEOs, doctors, lawyers, and prime ministers

upon the crowns of wisdom, golden like sunlight

and like stars illuminating the nights.