More-than-human Moon Song

Autumn in the north

Spring in the south

What is your journey now?

The wind in a dream

smells like warm grass

emergent, recumbent.

The More-Than-Human Moon

rises at sunset when full then

lays beyond the horizon at sunrise.

Repetition repeats anew

--seasons, birthdays, anniversaries--

creating cyclical updrafts

we soar upon,

learning as we go.

The art & practice

of opening to the more-than-me

that sustains us

is the moon calling…

Like a crone

like a newborn

like autumn crickets

like spring peepers

like breath visible in cool air

like muscles after work

like loving touch

like gentle glance

like opening

to what is alive

so as to sing all

a song of splendor

unrepeatably,

again.

The moon calling

is calling calling—

what calling song

is your heart singing?

What heat-rise

is your call riding?

Can you cradle-call

all this changing song

with the infinite not-you

wilderness-web of kin?

Let us entreaty

the moon

to remind us

of our tender belonging

amidst quick-pivot change

& immense brightness!