As I headed South, the moon
peeked over the mountains
and winked through the clouds.
Music reached through the stereo
to put his fingers all over me
while the moon hoisted herself
higher until she danced, fat and full,
right in front of me, her orange glow
slipping through the cracks
in my heart, lighting the way for music
to find his way in too, their shining
and singing honoring the brokenness
that allowed them to enter.