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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.
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Rocky Mountain Solace, by Cindy Kennedy
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