Safe Passage

Dear Moon, dark and glowing

I’ve finally arrived to raise my humble head to you.

And as I do, I hear the howls and hoots of other humbled heads. It is not only me you speak to.

Your invitation brings us from far depths in our soul. From ancient stairwells in mythic fantasy to the stone dirt and rugged caverns my ancient grandmothers and grandfathers stepped in hand in hand. We climb every rung to find you, when you choose to look at us.

There are times you go dark, but ever since that eclipse I cannot unsee you. I saw you hovering there both visible and dark, and now I know when you are New, you are not gone. We are always orbiting together.

When we cannot find you I know you're still, there. I see what torments you. I see what gives you life. There’s history written all over your face I can see from mine.

That’s gorgeous.

Sometimes I see your light like a candle. Ancestors angels and star beings looking through a peephole at me from the other side.

It amazed me when you told me this.

When you finally let me take a picture of you.

Like a mystery, as giant, in the dark.

You pull our water too and change the tides. Water swims to you and all its life with it.

You control us more than we think you do.

Writing to you

And to Taurus, this time,

Is my only safe passage. As is the passage of Whales.

As deities grace our river of sky with stars and constellations we call the Milky Way, leaving them in their kayak’s wake as they sail forever,

Watching by your light.

Dear Moon,

Thank you. Thank you for being you.

We caught the time.