THREE AND SIX AND FIVE

During the June 15 eclipse:

I looked up from my left arm to the sky and smiled. The moons on my skin were an accidental tribute to the eclipse. The universe exists and I am part of it. The moon moves as I move. Perhaps there are no accidents.

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To cycle on. To forge on with the expectation of loss, the acceptance of return. Because there are seasons and tides, and everything grows and is gone according to this dictation of time. You have loved me and one day that love will again be whole. New. Old. Differently colored and called. Love to be taken away and returned. To be lost.

This is a lesson in preparation: I am aware of your moods as I am of mine. We are as predictable as day and night.

One minute, darkness.
One minute, light.

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“She lies like the moon lies, a different face every night.”

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