The Menstrual Hut

How can I listen to the moon?
Your blood will listen, like a charm.

I knew a way to feel the sun
as if a statue felt warm eyes.
Even with ruins on the moon,
your blood will listen, every time.

Now I am the one with eyes.
Your blood can listen, every time.

First collected in Calendars (Tupelo Press, 2003, second edition with CD, 2008).

Annie Finch Poems Spiral feminist The Menstrual Hut