the moon, gentle servant of the sun,
emerges from its quarters,
submissive, it pulls the tide,
directs the ocean’s flow
with dark, feminine energy.
the sun, dominant in its heat,
master of all, with power to burn,
is the potent male, fierce warrior
who rules us all with
its consistent light.
ah, but for today,
when the moon shows its hidden power
to block the light,
shield the sun,
plunging us into darkness
for a while.
8.21.17
