The Sturgeon Moon

It glows as if it has found the perfect stillness,

after its searched a million lifetimes,

now anchored in its quiet place.

No wind bends its light,

no cloud dares pass across its face.

Yet, below, the water moves —

a ripple forms where no hand has touched,

drifting outward in gentle circles,

as though the moon’s reflection breathes.

There is only stillness, yet it reflects

the meeting of two truths —

In the sky its holding still,

the water below carrying motion,

and between them,

a silent conversation

no ear could hear,

But every Heart could Feel.