Watershed Moon

SOC Writing _ 15.6.21

Watershed Moon

She gloats down upon me – her smile a wry suggestion that I should have gotten out when I could – this – this thrall – holding – love, we call it – has me thick and fast – I move towards all the scenarios of ruin - of betrayal and the loss of what I have become accustomed to. And in this even I can let go – find a bigger space to love myself and keep on being love even though I want to cling. What if she doesn’t stay? What if – what if – what gives.… The smile I find now is one of Mr Whyte – that love tugs at the foundations of my heart and lines me up with the two brick walls joining on the horizon – Irish walls of county Clare – of the pull to take the next step further out that my heart calls me to – that you call me to my love. Even as the men book their time and I want to be a non scheduled full time companion – I wait and love again – this life of mine – my children – and God knows what else? I feel tied to your track – to want to create alongside you – to make and be unmade as my liquid parts move inside me like a worm hoping one day to fly – you are my sky and I run a finger across you and hope I will not have to dislodge what is becoming a life less ordinary – the one I call for – the me I sing to – the one I will always be called to dance – You and a glorious mistake – a deep invitation to what never was – my second chance to love with open eyes – not a clenched fist (and ass). The world is turning my dear and I turn upon it waiting for you to find your home so I can join you there – in my own home - a home for 1+1=2 – a home where this epic journey can reach yet another peak – look out and marvel at how far we’ve come and then descend once again to enjoy the merry, merry ride – hand beside hand clasped.