Melancholy Moonlight

There’s a melancholy hanging in the moonlight

I can feel it move through my body

Heavy, overwhelming

A crisp winter morning, light breeze against my face

Reminds me I am alive

Embracing movement, left foot, right foot

In deep consideration around how to play the game

Life, a finite arrangement

Love, an infinite outpouring of connectedness

And yet here I am, walking, staring at the moon

Lost and unsure of what to do next

As the weight settles over me

Consuming me in a growing darkness