I live in a world with an unpredictable moon. My tides are defiant and headstrong and too often filled with jellyfish.
I live in a world where there are teeth to be brushed, bodies to be washed, and bruises to be kissed.
I live in a world of blessings, of darkness, of too much pain.
Where the telephone is a companion tied about my waist as a lifeline in such an unpredictable ocean.
My eyes close easily enough, laying the backdrop for my dreams reel to reel play back. Action packed adventures that leave me more exhausted.
Some times I look to the Earth bound moon and wonder at her stability. How effortlessly she moves; commanding the seas and oceans of men while guiding our inner comings and goings with a mother's touch.
To watch her wax and wane without me - I feel very alone. Seasons pass within and through me but they have lost the rhythm Nature set. The Father and Mother tap out the beat, but I am too far to fall into my place in the dance.
It is lonely and cold as my uncaring false moon plays a ragtime rhythm with what used to be my cat. Each clawed out note reminds me of what I have lost.
I look to the sun, proud and unattainable, and ask him if I should carry the burden of missed steps, or if it was really the fault of the dish and the spoon.
I no longer know if it his silence I hear or if it is the sound of my bones on the rocks below.
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