Moons that are linking our daughters’
Choices, and still more beginnings,
Threaded alive with our shadows,

These are our bodies’ own voices,
Powers of each of our bodies,
Threading, unbroken, begetting

Flowers from each of our bodies.
These are our spiraling borders
Carrying on your beginnings,

Moving through shadows to daughters,
Moving inside our beginnings,
Moons of our daughters, and mothers,

First published in Academy of American Poets: Poem-a-Day