(from the moon series - Camino de Santiago edition)
is almost home, almost
back to where it started
after a long journey
unforeseen, that pushed
the limits of orbit, the limits
of phases, almost home
to see its brother the sun
and its parents the Relative
and Absolute, almost
to the harbor where
the moon parks, with velvet
docks for cratered skin,
with diamond waters
warm to the touch,
almost home, almost
able to rest its weary bones
in the throne of sky
and start the future one more
time, one more rotation,
one more usual night and day
of burning legs and then Santiago.
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