It’s a contradiction, but it happens.
It’s not supposed to be there, but it is.
It’s a symbol of the night, but I’m enjoying its presence this very morning,
amongst a sky bluer than the richest of ocean,
caught within the vastness of life made visible by the Sun’s provide,
sketched between the purest of white, wonderful clouds washed across the canvas of the scene.
My mind grateful for this. All of this. All beyond this, even.
more so for the accident.
Grateful for what is, but wasn’t meant to be,
for the abstract nonconformity of it all.
A whole world to be grateful for,
beyond this world, even more.
an accident reminds me.
It reminds me of the mystery which is life,
challenges any attempt of mine to be right,
brings to question things I may be unwilling to confront,
to be confronted by,
or to completely turn away from.
It reminds me its okay to be where you’re not suppose to.
It can be beautiful, even.
Where am I suppose to be, anyway?
Where is the moon suppose to be?
Not there, but it is.
Not here, but I am.
And it’s beautiful.
All of it.
Moon of the morning sky,
for reminding me.