“She is rounder than the moon and far more faithful.”

Earlier this week, I heard a poem by Lucille Clifton. I’m still thinking about some of the words.

I think about the moon a lot. Not the actual moon, I guess. Perhaps I think more often about the effects of the gravitational pull of the moon on nature and us. The moon affects our behavior in a predictable pattern. At times, the pattern is comforting. We know what’s coming, and yet, it manages to catch us off-guard, sparking delight, outrage, and everything in between.

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