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Lúa Lullaby

Lúa Lullaby

No one knows the moon

Like the sailors of Galicia.

They saw her rippling reflection

Illuminate the mighty Atlantic

And they named her Lúa.

Like blowing icy smoke rings

Toward the stars that forgot them

Like reminding the harshness

That a gentle life perseveres too

She draws forth their livelihood

And stitches up the buttons of the sky.

Mother of all beacons

Daughter of our home

The single knower of the language of the sea.

Lúa lullaby

Feed us fish in soft light

And remind us we are fragile forces too

As we drift up to meet you

As we drift on back home again.

Recovering People-Pleaser Can't Hang

Recovering People-Pleaser Can't Hang