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Is there any more unifying element in nature than the moon? Who on this Earth has not looked up at it and dreamed their dreams? Suns bake, winds blow devastation, rain washes homes away, but the moon is simply there, pulling our tides and our hearts in different directions.

Lucid Moon

With half a life lived in the dark,
an owl’s hoot, an answering bark,
the moon across the water scattered,
ragged clouds, wispy and battered––

I float in night and solitude,
the night determining my mood.
I lie in darkness and I brood,
a nightly lucid interlude.

When sunlight comes in fits and starts,
the day brings out my other parts.
They rise in me from dawn to noon,
dispelling powers of the moon.

Thus balanced between dark and light,
each half consumes its daily bite.
I welcome each within its time
Life varied, balanced and sublime.