There’s a pinnacle to the Moon’s journey
Top of the North Trail
Top of the upward climb
And after growing and waxing
She reaches her highest point
Becoming as big as she always intended
Finally touching that crack in the firmament
Where a light as bright as any heaven
Pokes through her with a flash
And with this tipping
Moon begins her downward walk
Slowly moving to the South Trail
Waning and shrinking and sleeping
Where she can rest in the darkness
And where she will once more
Touch a point of transition
Where a different kind of light
Will pierce the starry sky.
Moon will then slowly wake again
And she will grow
And she will bring growth
And she will touch all things
Again and again.
This is my journey
— Nate Long “Owl”
Pen and ink with digital manipulation