The shadows follow my intersections with the moonlight as I move the ground with my feet. I am not thinking of who I am or where I might be going.
Cocooned in myself I walk alone, yet I remain threaded to the aliveness of what passes me by. I cross paths and spiral through scattered clouds, patterned in parallel with the shining dark sky.
circle of night?
More moon meditations for Frank Tassone’s haibun prompt at dVerse.