Reflections on Worm Moon in Wormtown

The first full moon of spring, the Worm Moon, is shining high and brilliant tonight. The Moon has inspired many a poet with its allure: mystery, beauty, beacon.  The silver orb is night's sun-companion, the answer to a dream, the question itself.  Twenty-five years ago I wrote a moon-inspired poem and dedicated it to my beautiful infant daughter Deva. She was six months old at the time, and I was an aspiring poet and awestruck mother.  

Night falls.
Clouds clamor in
to stake a claim 
on your canvas.

You don't mind.

You slip behind 
before, above
below them
sleekly slinking
hiding, seeking
ready or not
you are there.
                                                                                    
Haunting, 
undaunted
through night sky
you saunter,
so fully
soulfully
so fuel me
you Goddess,
you Deva.

The poem appeared in an anthology, Charlton Poets and Friends, in 1990, and was the first publication of my poetry.  This same poem's most recent publication is as a tattoo on my daughter's skin.  Deva chose an excerpt from the poem, and had it imprinted in script across her shoulder. Is this not the pinnacle of publishing one's work?  Embodied poetry!  My daughter, the most meaningful & breathtaking publishing venue.