Day 133: Moon Over Water

Here's a poem that describes exactly the feelings associated with watching the moon.

 

Oh, and yet another poem that depicts the moon as a feminine deity, elusive, inspiring, but still, a soothing companionable presence.

Moon and Water - Mary Oliver

I wake and spend
the last hours
of darkness
with no one

but the moon.
She listens
to my complaints

like the good

companion she is
and comforts me surely
with her light.
But she, like everyone,

has her own life.
So finally I understand
that she has turned away,
is no longer listening.

She wants me
to refold myself
into my own life.
And, bending close,

as we all dream of doing,
she rows with her white arms
through the dark water
which she adores.