Rosh Hodesh Nisan, 5783/2023
Each new moon we begin
with a sliver
of an idea we tend and curate and sculpt and hone
to its fullness
where we float for a spell,
contented in the completion,
then suddenly notice – as if we’ve never been on this ride –
it becomes less magnanimous
more concise
waning, allowing
making room for the next inspiration
that again grows and blooms
into round, unfettered wholeness
where we rest for a beat,
then tune our wild howling
slowly back to its essence –
the fragment of a month
waiting to be well-lived
