As I went about, in the wee hours of the night,
watering my indoor plants
and feeding my two frisky black kittens,
I chanced to look out the kitchen window,
and here's what I saw…

There she was, the Lunar Lady, in all her fullness,
moving gracefully across the sky,
with hot-blooded Mars in pursuit,
his face red with exertion
– like Pwyll chasing Rhiannon on her white horse –
always a short distance behind her,
never catching up to her,
no matter how slowly she rode,
nor how quickly he raced.
He did not think to ask her to stop
(as he did in the myths),
but seemed to delight in the endless chase…

She did not seem to mind,
and even began to tease him,
shyly ducking behind a cloud,
peaking out to see if he was still coming,
then setting off again in the clearness,
moving steadily forward,
with one eye turned back to watch him
in amusement, and something else…

I watched, transfixed, this celestial dance
between the Yin and the Yang,
powerful archetypes of balance and attraction…