Like many people in 2020, I’ve been struggling with stress, anxiety, and depression. My troubles are insignificant compared to those faced by so many other people. My perceived curses would seem like blessings to others. To those carrying terrible burdens, I can only offer my recognition of your strength and resiliency and my encouragement to reach out for help.
I wandered into a place, for a while, where the poems would not follow. I’ve not fully escaped that darkness yet, but my muse shines her light to guide me forward. Our soulful entanglement has supported us both through this time and I’m certain it will continue to sustain us. My gratitude for her is immeasurable. She is not super-human, but she is the most extraordinary human I’ve ever known.
And, of course, she inspires this poem. Perhaps my subject seems off topic right now, but when inspired, the poet must write the poem or it dies. One day, I may write my poems inspired by my darkness. For now, enjoy another inspired by my moon.
His Moon, Her Ocean 