by Leah Jordan Meahl
He told me:
“I am the moon.
If you want to make footprints on my surface or bathe in my radiance,
First follow the starry path I’ve laid out
They fell before me, marking the way.
On each one I stepped,
Leaping and landing on the sparklers that tickled the soles of my feet.
A sea of galaxies lie between us,
If I had to fashion my own surfboard constellation, I would
Ride the galactic waters to reach him.
Ahead, a star fizzled, hissed, dissipated,
A stepping stone out of formation.
Another, burst in excitement,
And again, a star is cut free from its hanging,
It falls, the tail taking me with it.
A detour dragging me further from him.
I held on, even enjoyed the ride,
But the star, its life exhausted,
Evaporated like the rest.
The sun now disguised the stars,
I waited. I searched the skies
For the hopeful flecks to find me.
My bright stepping stones returned
Awaiting me to walk on their backs again.
The final star marked the finish line
In front of majestic moon, I bowed.
“You made it” he said.
My feet touched the quartz world
We danced, kicking up hordes of moon crystals.
“The journey was hard with mischievous stars,” I said
He told me:
“Though obstacles themselves, they still shine the way,
And to touch the mere fringe of my luminous being is
Worth it. Now with me, you’ll stay.”