Forgiveness

 

In silence comes the end

 of this day.

 Light is leeched from the

troubled sky.

 Where my hands were soiled,

 

 Muddied

 at the river bank,

 I return to wash them.

 

The sullied water

 disappears.

 My reflection is caste back

 by the new water passing.

 

The moon, who's

 cup is filling,

 has anointed me.