A Conversation With The Moon

 

Moon shine so bright 

this late July night

Call me a moon man

call me a night owl

call me a man on the prowl

So energized by the moon, 

can't go to  bed anytime soon

For we've tracked each other for many a night

to find each other this perfect summer night,

4.5 billion years and one day in the making

So let us share queries and stories

in your anointed light, on this appointed night

How many journeys have you made on your elliptical path?

Yes indeed,  many moons have passed...

What have you seen? What have you heard? 

In all the eras and ages as Earth turns its pages...

the first microbes in the oceans twinkling in your light

perhaps in tidal pools, cauldrons of life?

the appearance of plants, the greening of our planet

the emergence of animals from water to land

the whir, the buzz of insects above

the mass extinction of the Great Dying

maybe you couldn't see through the volcanic haze, 

only to gaze?

Did you lose hope for earth mother?

the Chicxulub Impactor, the dinosaurs' demise,

and the smallest mammals rise

they were much akin to the Hobbits ,

 the forebears of a  New Earth story...

surely you witnessed

the first stories "of fire" shared around the fire...

And we've  been stoking up, storing up, 

stories and songs, passed them along, 

for a myriad of moons…

sailors told the best tales

under moonlit sails

Elvish maps in ancient runes

only deciphered by light of the moon

harvest times and nursery rhymes, 

And Once in a blue, the cow jumps over you, 

pretty soon, Frodo starts singing,

Bilbo's drinking song, The Man in the Moon

with a deedle dum or two

Sinatra's request, Fly Me to the Moon

not far fetched

Apollo has landed and so has Sting

let me hear you sing, Walking on the Moon

while back on earth,

Fogerty's recalling

walking down a river road at night

barefoot girls dancing in the moonlight

Yes, of course, dancing in the moonlight

Life in exuberance, 

to rise in the night

to feel fully alive

 in your mystical light

Bullfrogs on pads

staged in spotlight

Whippoorwills on the hill

calling out in the night

Owls on the prowl

Canines in howl,

no lull while the moon is full

daisies' white petals in moon glow

onliest show

never seen this shade of  white before

Silver edged leaves that pulse in the breeze

can convert you

You are the mythmaker of the night

your tidal locked gaze

always in phase

as we mark our days

New Moon, invisible

You are the thin line, the thin transition

You are the interface of darkness and light

Very soon,

Waxing crescent moon, a youthful wink

Half moon, mid life, happens in a blink

Waxing Gibbous gives us

wisdom, encouragement in the growing light

as we are drawn to the fullness of light

After Full Moon, the waning

weaning us gently from the light

as we cycle back,  to New Moon

 to return, to re-new

darkness precedes light as we come full circle

(lessons while we are here; patterns and clues to something still more)