One day, my backpack will become too heavy and I’ll have to set my past down.
When I look at our moon I see something that we all share
with every ancestor that’s ever walked, swam or squiggled this Earth.
I see our closest heavenly body
a reminder to take a look just outside the confines of what seems like, “all of it”.
I see the missing piece that creates our wholeness.
I think of every other body I must have had before this one and how they must have, with questions and love and pain, been in awe of her power just the same.
Tonight I walked outside six times to greet the moon, said hello to neighbors doing the same in below freezing weather, in my bathrobe and slippers, I set my bowl of crystals on the frozen earth before the feet of the only tree in our yard
I peered up at her blood red body and I didn’t ask our moon for anything, I just said, “thanks.”