When I was a fan of the moon

Nature/philosophical Written May 3, 2017

When I was a fan of the moon,
I lived in awe, with starstruck eye,
of her midnight blooms;
Listened to frogs in the thicket, the chirrup of crickets,
Symphonies conducted long into the night,
to chase off the wicked
She was my bride, and I was her groom;
We first married when I was in my mother's womb
Even then I knew she was a beauty;
She robbed the doom of utero's gloom
I felt the gentle ripple of her sighs
On the amniotic fluid that would
have me bob and swivel, as a buoy,
in the ocean tides.