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.
