To Andrew
The full moon singer
live on my computer
is in America, next to a mountain.
It's cold there. She is dressed
in warm black pants and jacket,
red beret and hiking boots.
She plans to see the dawn,
she tells us, after her singing.
Here in Australia, it's midnight.
I'm still in sarong. The electric fans
are still blowing air around my living room.
The sky outside is black with cloud.
Between songs, Wendy reminds us:
the blue moon blood moon super moon,
Leo moon of creativity and sovereignty,
is present though we cannot see.
So are you, whom I also can't see
except in my mind. When
did you not celebrate full moon with me?
When did you not watch an eclipse
alongside me? When didn't we
attend Wendy's concerts together, here
on her visits to this our magical home
under our own mountain?
I know your spirit is with me tonight
as she casts the circle. Here in the South
it's Lughnasadh, aka Lammas, a time
of early harvest. I gather up in thought
blessings that form my harvest, including
you and the times we had together.
In the Northern half of the world it's Imbolc,
beginning Spring: new life. And I renew.
For Midweek Motif ~ Moon at Poets United.
Musician Wendy Rule, an Australian now based in Santa Fe, is also a witch who casts circle at all her concerts. You can still find this one on YouTube.
