it is. in this moment. sometimes though i flee from that sharpening because i’m afraid i won’t be able to bear it.
then at other times, the moon is so bright she can wake me from a deep sleep in a room with the shades drawn. and i open my window leaning out into the night, with the oddly warm november wind, her prairie ocean waves, washing over me.
it’s just me and the moon and a grateful heart. 