True North
“Go north.”
And I agreed
but my true north isn’t a direction.
It’s the knowledge
that I am worthy–of time, attention, and affection
and the feeling that the universe is romancing
me specifically,
the moon, its messenger.
She beckons me,
“Come nearer; I have something to tell you”
and almost without thinking, I follow her glow.
Like the tides, I am pulled toward her,
And I trust in her,
not because I am overwhelmed by her beauty
(I am)
but because she never leads me astray
nor will she ever leave me.
Through the days when she hides
and the night when she is dark
or obscured by clouds,
my faith never waivers.
Maybe she courts another (who wouldn’t fall under her spell?),
but it doesn’t matter;
there is enough of her for all of us.
She always returns
and I will always be waiting.
Tonight, she leads me home
because my true north is right where I began,
welcome and familiar.
I am comforted that where I am
and who I am right now
is all I need.
The moon and her fullness reminds me
that I am complete.