Day 5 — coming to a close

“burnt down now I can see the moon”

The moon fooled me tonight as she danced dappling through the canopy of branches as though full, but when I chased her round the tree, I knew tomorrow eve, then only, would i catch her in her fullness. Not before. Crickets and frogs choraled their agreement as they kept her rhythm when the sun fell away. I must go back and chase her there, for in her fullness is a new place to call home, a space to leave grief behind. It is time to leave grief behind, not in numbness or denial, but as a testament to the living and ready shall I be to give chase as the moon calls. She calls.

(probably needs editing–I’ll blame my phone key pad a dependence on ms word’s grammar and spell check)