My first Mosquito bite of the season happened upon me at dusk
Walking one of my favorite paths and talking with setting Moon
On my upper chest, closely hugging my neck, swelling into angry redness
Itches like crazy
Someone out there is buzzing around with a full tummy
But not a worry, not a care, was worth the blank mind space I wasn't forced to share
A moment of solitude in the near darkness, almost completely void of sound
The Moon was speaking to me and asking me what was on my mind
Tears and love and pain blurted forth before Her voice had even left my ears
I fell into deep breathe and thought
and knew I wasn't lost
and engulfed the clarity
and then I could go home
Gratitudes lovely Moon, kind mother, warm shoulder
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