On the Moon…

where I’m currently stationed
during my goddess training I’ve
been put in charge of washing
and sorting women’s tears.

The tears of the very young
turn into seed pearls so eager
to escape they slip through
my fingers and pool on the floor.

The tears of the older women
turn into big beautiful diamonds
cutting instantly through bullshit
with their sharp brilliant wisdom.

The tears of those not young but
not yet old are a riot of all kinds of
beads like mala and rosary strings
that hold their repeated dreams.

Cinse Bonino