HOLDING by Eabhan Ni Shuileabhain
Holding
I turn to the moon and I bathe
in its light and I reach out
to pick up its dust and instead
I hold color, that off-white,
warm-white white, and it goes
into my hand, my fingers,
like the softest glittering schist
and I feel its color
palely shining through me, to me
with me, in me.… Read More “HOLDING by Eabhan Ni Shuileabhain”