I’ve always felt a kindred spirit in the moon
Her unwavering grace and presence has been a constant in my life
No matter what I went through, she was there
Full, with open arms
Calming my anxious heart while I sat atop a fire escape in New York City
Or sending gentle waves of love as I sit on my front step in the suburbs
My sister, my lover, my friend, my mother; she is all things
And she gives of me to be all things too
She lends me her energy when I have none and is steadfast in her strength
I am grateful for her open ears and calm presence
She’s been with me in all parts of my life and will continue to be until I’m old and grey
The virgin, the mother, and the crone; I am never alone