Solstice Moon

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

How come no one ever told me her stories?

Never said, “Look up there, see?” Why wasn’t

I birthed into awe?

I spent so much energy trying to shine, to

be the bright object of affection. But, I wasn’t.

And, I grew out of it.

Now I can see the obvious and grieve its

invisibility without a need to claim ownership

of it. This existence is enough for me

to know that I came from somewhere.

In the branches there are memories of birds,

but no birds, yet. Do you understand how

things change?

Oh, how lovely, the solstice moon. She lavishes

me with the bold textures of the face that

looks upon me. He has always looked down

upon me. And, I’m so grateful.

© 2018/Jamie K. Reaser

From "Truth and Beauty" (a work in progress)

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