My Bones remind me that time has passed
It seems like only a day has blown by
The calendar says otherwise
This night I look for the Moon
Hoping to see her dark form pregnant
There are within possibilities untold
This is the first full night
of the time between time
The space empty except
Moments, reflections, shadow’s shades and memories
of things that were yet are not
of things that are not but may yet be
This is the time before winter’s hard hush
When the cold winds draw one in
Closer to the fire
to those moments yet to come
to one’s own moment of not
and of having had been
When I too become a shade or shadow
So in quiet reverence of the moment
of not being
I remember those who were
Their shadowy shade
In hopes that some day someone will do the same for me
When I was
But am not
The interminable wheel keeps turning
and she is always watching over us all
Always in the sky these dark nights
Always full of unknowable possibilities
Distant, coolly lighting our way
Into
Through the unknown
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