Like the Moon’s oblong circling of us,
we move in our eccentric crisscrossing orbits
around each other and some unseen centerpoint.
Tonight at apogee, distant in cold space.
If there’s a future, there’s also perigee.
Perigee is when the Moon is at its closest point to Earth in its orbit, while apogee is when it is at its most distant. Like everything else in nature, the Moon’s orbit is always in flux and its shape and its orientation relative to the Earth and the Sun change all the time.
Like the mixing salt and fresh water
making it not favorable for either species,
we have come to a brackish place —
marsh grass obscuring our view, and we,
like young crabs, hiding from imagined predators.
We came together. Collided. Connected. Transferred particles
of ourselves. Then, went in separate directions.
Yet somehow we remain connected. Quantum level.
We communicate, respond to one another despite
being light years apart in time, space.
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She says “I follow a lunar month.
You follow a solar month. Too bad.”
Out of sync. Orbiting around each other.
Your waxing, waning and my rising, setting.
Throwing you in shadow today. New Moon.
Today starts the longest lunar month of the 21st century. Read more
That point on a convex curve where
upward becomes downward concave or vice versa.
In retrospect, a moment when it changed.
Things might have improved or just disrupted.
A turning point, when it all deteriorated.