Full Moon Night

No ritual –

black sky and pelting rain.

Still I’m woken at 2am.

All is quiet. The sky

is a little light.

I put on shoes and go outside.

Even my cat won’t venture

out into this inhospitable dark –

she who is named

for the Moon Goddess.

She stands inside the door

and waits. I find no break

in the clouds, no sight

of the moon’s round shape,

no trace. Only,

over behind the palms,

the slightest whitening.

It is enough.

I feel the connection

and breathe deep.


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