Mamma, how does the moon function?
I have never sky-dived, so will stand here
instead, on a moon-lit dais in Holyrood Park
in congregation with sweet-spiky gorse, asking
the question to my ancestors – they speak back
full-moon answers
in my own whispered voice…
if we weigh 21g less after death, most of that
will be the orange sparks he lit in my iris
fading into dark like a New Year firework – perhaps only then
I can dance the rhumba around him
with all the grace of the moon at night