Somehow, despite an unexpectedly hectic day, I found the wherewithal to turn a rather ordinary poem of lunar imagery into something…well, less ordinary, anyway.

I look in her direction
knowing she’ll be there

She is always turned away
as if showing that other side
would obliterate her whole

spiralling darkness beyond night

I feel her pull

Even through the clouds
her halo shines through

I resist

because I always do
as if showing that other side
would obliterate me whole

She knows
where my darkness lies

It’s…complicated

(29 March 2019—posted March 30th)

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