A Mysterious Moon

I looked upon the moon tonight and she told me a secret.  Tonight she surprised me, the moon, because instead of being the familiar and comforting sight I was expecting, tonight she was dropped below her normal perch, and she was adorned in an unusual golden gown that I’ve never seen her wear before.  I was silently shocked; I felt both like I knew her and yet like maybe I didn’t know her at all.  After all, who was I to think that I had seen every gown in her wardrobe?  I recognized the same round, glowing form posed against the black backdrop of night that I’ve gazed upon my entire life; and yet with one turn of her phase, she was suddenly cloaked in mystery.  And that’s when she whispered that secret, right into my heart.  She told me, “You should remember that nothing can ever be truly known, not even me”.   I realized in an instance how right she was; because every person, no matter how familiar they may seem, has unfathomable depths that can never be explored from the outside looking in.  And every thing, every place, every truth can only ever be known in part and in passing because, by the time we lay claim to that territory of knowledge, the entire landscape, as well as the eyes that look upon it, has completely changed.

Have a happy and safe Thanksgiving!

©2015 Cristen Rodgers

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