What is the moon doing to us? Waning in the depths of winter, the cold ungraced with snow. Come back, soft and frosty blanket. Please don’t leave us sloshing in the rain. Come back, your lightness, capricious orb, once so splendiferous. Please don’t leave us stranded in the pangs, no matter how exquisite, of Elvis, as in Costello, circa Imperial Bedroom.
In 2008, I had a dream that inverted a recurring, anxious, theme. Stuck in a taxi, traveling the wrong way. Panic! And the driver was always oblivious. But this time, for the first time, I noted the error calmly and the driver said “no problem” – and turned around in the right direction. Glimmers of equilibrium restored. Hidden and powerful moon, your devotee wants you back.