The Moon

The moon waxed its way across the sky and I watched it make its arc,

It illuminated my face and thoughts and kept away the dark.

It became an orb and hung up high and was full and fixed and strong,

And I thought I could see it all so clear - what was right and what was wrong.

Then the orb began to wane and diminish across the sky,

And my thoughts were pulled along with it to a place that never asked why.

A new moon came and all was dark and I was all alone,

And no light was there to guide my thoughts and show me my way home.

And in that darkest hour I should have remembered a simple truth,

Something that was always there and I had known from youth.

When I would lay down in the backseat of our old Ford driving home,

And look up at the stars and moon and feel so right and warm.

So connected to something greater than I could fathom or understand,

Because I was only five and barely aware of who I was....and now who I am.

We can't hide the truths we all create - some in goodness, some in vain,
Because life is like the moon and it will always wax and wane.

The darkness may come and obscure our thoughts but we must remember this,

When the moon begins to wax again our realities still exist.

© Erica Day McCarthy, San Antonio, Texas - August 25, 2018