Nocturnal Whispers

I bathe in moonlight often,
reminding myself – sometimes
directly, but often subconsciously –
that she and I are born from suns;

but beneath her muted, lifeless rock,
you and I share warmth, awareness,
though we are just chemical reactions,

compounds and elements also
from long doomed stars; just
sweaty bags of meat and skin seeking

to shape fractions of fractions of space
within our miniscule influence and
there be abstractions; apparitions

without physical form or mass,
conjured from a series of
micro-bioelectric misfires

we’ve collectively come to agreement
in defining as love and hate,

dividing the two in glib arrogance
as divinity might split day from night,

leaving heavy moon hanging in
empty black to help us find our way
through nocturnal whispers,

listening to our secrets,
mingling nutrients and emotion
through lunar tidal shifts,

compelling some to howl and
others to reflect in silence at

how such a luminous companion
could be both apart from and
a part of our collective journey

anyway, I see the moon tonight
and all I can think about is you.

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Written for NaPoWriMo Day 17 Prompt:

“For better or worse, the moon seems to exert a powerful hold on poets, as this large collection of moon-themed poems suggests. Today, I’d like to challenge you to stop fighting the moon. Lean in. Accept the moon. The moon just wants what’s best for you and your poems. So yes – write a poem that is about, or that involves, the moon.”

NaPoWriMo Day 17 Prompt

I do find myself writing about the moon a lot. This time I want with a deconstruction of sorts.

*Writer’s note: In the past I would have tried to make up the lost days, but this time I decided to let depression have its pound of flesh and just move on. Thanks for understanding.