Jennifer Perrine

“as I gazed up

at the full moon rising through the trees and wondered how

another month had passed, and I said out loud to that

satellite—that desolate rock that does nothing but

orbit and reflect light and drive the tides—-I said look

how far I have come, I am still here, I have survived

the worst of it, I woke up laughing last night, when was

the last time that happened, and when the moon answered back

with its wild silence I realized too late I was

never talking to the moon at all, that when I speak

to an empty place, I am always speaking to you.”
― Jennifer Perrine