Supermoon

Last night super moon, summer in the city.  Midnight was warm.  Lush life, air itself.

It was my Mom's birthday - she would have been 84.

I want to lay my head down in God’s lap, or lie on Jesus’s couch  safe in love.  Instead, today I'll walk across the sand flats at Spanish Banks - it’s the lowest tide of the year, in concert with the super noon.   My pilgrimage.   I’m going to wear a silk shift that has a print of the ocean and sky on it, with a freighter on the horizon line. 

I’ll fit right in.    And that's what I seek.    Seamlessness.