Blood Moon Primer

There is a door

Open the door

Don’t turn on the porch light

The stairs are warm

Feel the debris under your feet

The sidewalk is cleaner

The grass right here is deep

Notice its softness

Drop the heavy quilt from around your shoulders

Snap it once, twice, and let it fall

Step just there

Kneel

Lie in the center of the blanket

Bask

Remember a kiss

Trace the moon’s path with your outstretched fingers in the perfect air

This moment is perfect

Feel your heart break and mend itself over and over

Feel the loneliness

You have never been so alone

Knowing this will go unshared

Feel grateful anyway for the seeing

Roll up in the quilt

Bask

 Blood moon

7-31-2012

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About Vicki Caroline Cheatwood

Writerly. Rebooting. Evolving. Searching for great chicken salad.
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3 Responses to Blood Moon Primer

  1. Alan Woods says:

    Lovely. And deeply moving.

  2. Juanita says:

    I was there with you.

    • Thank you, Juanita. Since the blue jay, I am finding more and more feathers, every day. Owl feathers, white chicken feathers, black & white chicken feathers, pigeon feathers, a feather from a rooster’s tail. I’ve started collecting them. Reminders is what I think they are, that flight is still possible, even with a heavy heart.

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