Full Moon Visage

You can’t see her face.
     No not really.
She will look right at you
     and not through.
Her gaze’s wide and white as the moon,
     with pulps black as space.
You are not permitted to see the entirety of her.
     No, not ever.

But then you can’t see the back of her head.
And how she does her hair.
Is it a tight bun rolled like perfect dinner rolls?
Or is it woven in a French braid,
the stands held together by precise handicraft and spells.
When she lets it hang lose
the curls and threads circumnavigating her face.
What is she telling you?
her mouth forever closed.

Let us conjecture,
the she is merely reflecting your light.
Her iris a rainbow of your psych.
A multi-mythology in a single face.

Look at her.
Wide and white.
Open and black.
Do you hair as she does
     (to the best of your ability)
And hope that one day when you see your face
in the reflecting pool of the future
You see her
your sister, your mother, your friend
all at the same time.