Moon Child

Modern machines track my cycle,

track my dreams while I sleep,

sync my body and mind 

in a human-made device.

Yet I wonder when I count,

didn’t we all cycle with the moon?

Moods as rhythms of tides, 

swell or soothe – 

carrying a world inside.

Far from the world outside.

My thoughts, made from your thoughts, 

all synced in as we bled together, 

synced to the moon we truly were: 

moon child.