Wild hunt for the wild heart

[netpositive]

Heretics of the world, take heart.
There is a place set aside for you
at the table of religion after all.
... for you, O heretics, faith and belief
alone are like painted cakes that cannot
satisfy the hunger and yearning you feel
in your belly and your heart and your soul.
Will Johnson's introduction to
_The Forbidden Poems of Rumi_

Crescent moon,
prod me in the back with your tines,
push me firmly into the daytime,
then welcome me into your curve
when I'm done.

Full moon,
pour forth all your hoarded silver,
let me drink your light to bursting
and beam moonfaced to rival even
the sun's gold.

Crescent moon,
hang me on your hook,
high -- high -- high above earth, to where
I can't tell the cities from stars.
Remove me.

New moon,
hide me in your shadow,
let me weep into your empty seas
until you take all my tarnished tears.
Return me.

Composed in tribute to
JoCo's "I'm Your Moon",
JJ's "Fugue 2/Song of Daedalus"
and the upcoming lunar eclipse.
But mostly because Artemis,
when rising from her pool,
longs for her wide wild world full of joy.

Sometimes, the music is all you get.
Try not to hate it for not being dancing...
or go figure out what the right dance would be, already.
-me