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The History of the Moon
Maria Berardi In the past couple hundred years, reduced to a castoff rock, endlessly silent and cold. Before that, a meditation, speculation, a beacon to the spirit in the deep-down realms. And before that, straight-up worship, we have been pulled to you as you pull our waters to yourself, we have given you our due dumb wonder and our small mammal rituals. How to reconcile a dead rock with one million years of awed regard? You are so much older than us, just by being out there doing nothing we are bound to you in each day’s changing shoreline, in every month’s fertility. You are so much older. We are devoured, alert, quiet, absorbing your reflected light. |
Rocky Mountain Solace, by Cindy Kennedy
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