To Feel Whole and Un-Whole

The moon was full

Yesterday

It felt like a bowl

Pale and holding mysteries

From the ground here it

Held the rain

Held the swirling clouds

Seeping out over

The edges and

Onto a starry 

Black tablecloth

Looking at it I felt whole

But distantly

Like some part 

Of me was complete

And the other parts were

Elsewhere

And unready to

Be whole

I imagine this is life

To feel whole and un-

Whole

All at once

And to find some

Semblance of peace