Be As You Are

My heart unearthed is extraordinary.
It is ripe as the full moon hanging heavily in the night sky.

Years ago, on such a night, I'm reminded of
the sturdy oar dipping softly into the lake.

Soft, sparkly illuminations cresting and falling under the projection of that moon.
Canoe following it's path in the water
and
the crickets singing us surely toward shore.

I was not alone.
And now I carry with me always the moon, the lake, the crickets.