Mythpoesis of the Moon

Did I ever tell you the one about the Moon?

How the chaos of creation was finally beginning to settle?

How the Sun grew heavier each moment as it consumed every nearby thing to fuel its great fire?

How the Moon was so young she did not yet have a name?

She was with her mother and so far away from the Sun that she barely noticed their slowly circling orbit. She knew only that she loved the way the distant light made the ice of her skin shimmer.

And then one instant some stray piece of the universe slammed against her surface. She was broken away from her mother and hurtling with frightening speed toward the hungry Sun. That once gentle light began to burn her skin, she felt as if she were disintegrating.

And lo, the young Earth, born pummeled in the Sun's maw, crossed her fateful path. The two did collide, breaking the Moon again, and a piece of her body remained on the Earth. Her melting skin was vaporized and trapped in the Earth's putrid atmosphere. She began again to slip closer to the Sun but was suddenly stopped. It was as if the part of her that had been left upon the Earth would not let her go.

And the Moon and the Earth slept together tethered by longing for a good long while.

The Moon was the first to awaken. She looked down upon the Earth, now covered in blue pools. Oh how it shimmered in the light! The pools bulged toward her as she spun around the Earth. And slowly the Earth began to wake.

The Moon would coax the Earth with her turning. And soon the pools were teeming with tiny creatures who would dance with the Moon as she turned. And the Sun would vaporize the surface of the pools which formed into clouds that rained on the Earth's hard surface. And soon the surface was covered with dancing creatures. And as the Moon kept turning the creatures grew and changed.

Until later, much later, one of the children of the Moon looked up and saw her. And knew that she was watching.