Mwēdzí, rhymes with Mwēyá.
Mwēdzi, chiShona word for Moon,
Rhymes with Mwēyá, for 
Breath. Soul. Spirit. 
KuMwēdzí, invokes the feminine and 
The astronaut within all of us. 
Going to the moon each moonth is an imperative,
Visiting the eternal self that never dies.

Inyanga, rhymes with eNyangeni,
In isiZulu and other Nguni languages. 
Inyanga, the word for moon, is the word for 
Healer, Inyanga—to go to the healer, eNyangeni.
ENyangeni is for going to the moon, too. 
Astronomy in the body. 
The moon, as feminine healer within us, 
Water Creatures on Earth. 

How and when, then,
Did that sacred monthly travel
Become a shaming practice for the feminine
In the female bodies of young girls 
Who do not go to school because they have
No feminine products to hide what is now
The moon’s curse?
The patriarchy in all our heads,
Telling us through the changing culture, that 
Femininity is dirty and can be hidden, or
Tamed with snow-white pads. What do those 
White things do each month to the body 
Down there, where the moon rises each moonth
Inviting us into our own interior 
where the white tampon now goes?

What to do with Greek and Roman gods,
Whose names grace the planets, galaxies, and 
Constellations in the heavens, as though 
There was no creation before Athens and Rome,
Or six thousand years ago when delusion says
The Earth was created in six days?

What shall we call the moon each moonth?
Just the moon?
How shall we remember that eternal conversation
Between Earth and Moon, Earth and Sun
Body and Emotion, Mind and Spirit
Embedded in these bodies, borrowed from
The Earth, whose sacred dust we are?

Go out this new moonth and behold
Mwēdzí calling you to go eNyangeni. 
To visit the healer deep within your 
Red hot beating heart, 
Whose astronautical silence
Is the healer within.
The eternal self that never dies.