Sometimes I want to live transparently,
like the spray of the ocean,
suspended before it crashes,
or translucent like stained glass
that casts no shadow but transmits light
in a mosaic of colors.
But I would settle for being opaque
like the moon,
who reflects light:
who, even when overshadowed by earth’s silhouette,
and offers her thin sliver of light,
her radiance more brilliant
than that of all the stars combined.