When I read Jodi R. Thompson’s post this morning, titled The End, it brought me to my walk to BART yesterday morning and how I was admiring the moon in the daylight. I love the moon and especially full moons. I stopped, unzipped my backpack, pulled out my pad and began scribbling down what was coming out. After reading, Jodi’s post, I felt inspired and got my little notebook out and…

Going in and out of her shell, her cozy abode.

In unison with the tides, the moon. She scuttles

slowly toward the ocean, pulled toward the slapping waves,

feeling the fine grains of sand beneath her toes. Full moon

shimmers down, telling her secrets, making her smile and shine.

She slips out of her shell and shyly tiptoes toward the water,

and then submerges her fleshy body into the deep ocean, hearing the

echo, the crash of the waves. A gazillion stars hidden by the light of

the moon shine down. Floating back toward the shore, having gone out

so far, she finds her shell, crawls back in and sits to admire the fullness

of the moon as it beams back at her, and they continue their quiet conversation.