the moon rises.

hey, you.
you, the soon-coming-home-to-me  you.
do you know what I think is far under-credited?
the moon.
it's consistent as the sun,
but nobody ever talks about the moon rising, steadily as ever.

You and I, you know, 
we see the same moon every night.
When I realized, I added a step to my nightly routine.

I squeeze shut my right eye,

stretch out my left hand

and touch it with my pinky.

the moon is a beautiful thing,

and beautiful things..

they are to be treated delicately.

so only pinkies are used

Silly? yes.
but in those moon-touching moments
I feel connected
to that little piece of the world that holds my heart
(that's you, sweet boy).


all my love,
me.