Mother

I track the moon phases

And watch the glow -

Or lack thereof -

Follow a familiar flow.

A cycle of consistency,

Nature in its simplest form.

Mother moon - I’ve heard

In Pagan praises -

Always there, never failing

To comfort her newborn.

One night,

Not long ago,

When I went to see

Her waning face,

I felt lost

Realizing

I couldn’t feel her grace.

No clouds… she’s gone…

Of Mother there was no trace.

Okay, it’s okay…

Mother moon would never leave….

My eyes darted in confusion.

My pulse, my breath, my heart

Raced. It’s too quiet. This makes no sense. Panic set in deep.

I tried uttering words to validate my own presence

Vicious instinct clashed with reality,

as out of my mouth only a guttural scream echoed loudly.

My world, the earth, the sky dissolving as I crumpled to the cold floor

when I realized it was me,

I was the Mother,

Who could hold her child no more.

And with this

Even the devil did shudder.

mother moon I miss you deeply,

I never saw you again.

It was a day or night I choose not to remember.

I have no more need for nature.

For my purpose was lost,

The day he took me from her.