Moonwatch Meeting

Sat on the steps of my turquoise blue gypsy van,

watching the moon,

looking for guidance. All was quiet and

still, perfect for thinking.

There is always a vague unease

on taking these new roads,

so thinking made sense, and the

moon good company.

The stones were in shadow,

except for a sliver of silver light.

The other travellers had been talking about

letting go of things, and this

made sense. "How could you

take hold of something new?", -- a

feint voice said nearby -- "if you

are still clutching the old?" I

looked around, curious, but

there was nothing to be seen,

just the night, the stars, and

the early moon. A pale shadow? A

shifting shape? Nothing. Yet

the words made sense. I got

my journal out to write, and

gather my thoughts, by

candle glow.

copyright Monika Roleff 2006.