The woman on my wall

I have written about her before... the Inuit print of the Woman Who Went to the Moon.  I often see her when I meet with clients, there on the wall above the gray sofa.  She stands on the moon with her arms outstretched.  She looks like she is celebrating Eucharist.   Today I think she is.

The woman on my wall

Holds her arms in wait

For the world.

She stands there

In the silence of outer space

Stands on the moon

Waits to see

If anything changes

Holds her arms outstretched

As if to embrace the world

She sees.

From the world I see the moon.

Sometimes it seems

I can hold it

In the palm of my hand

Sometimes I think I see

The woman pictured on my wall

Waiting.