I like how the moon
is out in the daytime
and that I can see it
while I drive.
Sometimes I talk to
the moon and ask it
if I’m doing what I’m
being called to do.
The moon never
answers me, but
instead is silent
and doesn’t offer
advice or remark
on what I should
or should not be
doing.
In the silence
of the moon,
I remember
that I have my
own voice, that I
am my own creator,
my own master, my
own, my own.
I do not have to seek
approval from the moon,
from you, from anyone.
We are celestial, the moon
and I. Made of the same
cosmic chaos and calamity.
The moon and I, for now,
have the same fate, the same
destiny.
We will simply continue
to be.
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-JBClaywell
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