The Gift of Continuity

Ahhhnother pointer

to the unseen…

to the magnificence

the magnitude

mysterious

of what is always here,

but often behind

beyond

the veil.

Last night I saw her as a sliver

in a clear sky.

A rounded cup as if to hold All,

the stars were drops splashing out.

This morning, she is gone,

and yet never gone,

always here.

Forever impacting

the oceans

the days

the depth of our being.

To know how far her reach is…

what had been important a moment ago

dissolves into

All and I feel

small and big at the same time.

Love.

Day 17, poem #17, a “fast write” poem, from the prompt “the moon”