La Luna

To run beneath the light of day 

Keeps consistency beneath your feet

But to run under the light of darkness is a movement so variant that it is never completely your choice

Because the sun does not change his shape

He burns the Earth’s surface bringing life but only by means of the processes of labor 

He takes our water and replaces it with growth but you must learn to rehydrate on your own because he will never move to give you rain, only when the clouds are fast enough to gain a lead

But the moon,

She understands the complexity of relief

And that some days she needs to give her guiding glow

Even when we are tucked cozily in the comfort of her indigo blanket

And she also concedes that there are days

Where we would rather hide under her layers

Only feeling the pins and needles of the starlight that pitters and patters like rain falling on the windshield of a closed car

His heliocentric warmth paints my skin on summer days and cuts the biting winter air. He makes the water feel just a bit better and allows me to see just what is there for me to see.

But the moon,

She knows,

She knows that in the depth of her bounds we find solace in solitude and comfort in confusion and delight in disorientation

She shifts and shapes her shimmer to show us the shadows aren’t so shady at all

Even the insomniacs can turn to her in their restless roaming because she is reacting in hopes of returning them to relaxation 

The moon

She knows