Moon

I believe the moon holds the secrets

of the trees whispering in the night

When I was younger

I knew it held

wishes and dreams, terror and screams

At times I’d look away

when reminded that its fullness

provided excuses for others to inflict pain

As if that rock in the sky

could provide permission; proclaim an edict

that on these nights as the season’s turn…

Then I learned that if it held the secrets in the night

It also held the truth

It’s deep craters holding the truth

safe and protected

Today when I heard the pull of the tides

and felt the expansion of emotions

I looked up at the big rock in the sky

and said

the moon is just the moon, and it is beautiful!

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©Alexis Rose, photographer: Shelley Bauer from the collaboration: Of Earth and Sky

Thank you for reading my books: If I Could Tell You How It Feels, and Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph