To Worship the Moon

Its been building for a while now. Not rolling in like a thundercloud, not loud and commanding… more like when the clouds have been in the sky all day, so that you thank them for their shade. The air subtlety shifts, cools a little, and though it is still bright outside, rain all of sudden drenches you and you feel quenched. Your body, the dry earth, all opening wide to absorb every drop because for too long you have been baking in the summertime heat.

Every defense i have grown was to survive in that harsh sun. I learned to soak in every drop of love, affection, and praise so that i could be nourished on less. I developed a tough skin so that the rays the sun gave off did not damage my heart. It became acceptable to be always thirsty, always feeling like i needed too much even then.

So imagine my surprise when your water soaked my skin and felt like a soothing balm. Imagine my fear that I would drown or drive away the rain because i wanted to drink it down. Imagine how alive i feel when you cause my mind to still, my breath to catch…

If i am a sea crab, you are my moon goddess, shining brightly down on me after the sun left my beaches dry. The brillant orb in my night sky that casts her silvery glow and entrances me, captures all my attention.