That Moon

That Moon where I wandered the cliffs at sunset in search of Salt Mother. Where upon returning, singing and twirling and feeling like the only ecstatic human in all of existence at the edge of the world, I walked up the path. Eventually, I noticed him: a small body perched atop the cliffs of golden grasses. Sitting there he was watching the same sky as me. As I ascended from the sea, the day’s light growing dim, the full moon rising, I recognized him. A friend I somehow deeply knew but had never met. After some time talking, we discovered we shared the same ancestry: Sardinia / Sicily on one side, Lithuania on the other. We spent the evening together, in laughter and in wonder. Two strangers. Two pilgrims on the path. It was a mysterious way to meet, as if only could be guided by our ancestors, our solitudes, our solace, and the moon.