Moonset Over West Chicago

Today is Day Number One.

So,

I asked the moon, “What should I be doing?”

It said,

“Do what you always did when you felt everything so closely and so much was was happening.”

I asked, “how should I be?”

It said,

“Be the way you are when there is no one else, nothing else that matters except what you want to do.”

I asked,

“Moon, are you friendly?”

It said,

“Yes.”

And it glowed a perfect soft white glow,

radiating outward from it’s circumference a perfect halo of magenta and fuschia

that sang into my eyes

and fell out of my face.