Anjaneyasana & Moving Prana: Crescent Coming Around Again

Growing up on Crescent Ave, there were many beginnings: half-circles round the block, crossing the street alone, tying shoes on the kitchen floor, saying I’m sorry.

You had to balance being safe with taking risks, bravado with honest show in a backyard of blue violets where the treehouse beckoned you that much closer to the moon, now waxing, now waning, now hanging by a thread like the tooth you so wanted to force to fall.

Oh shining crescent, oh graceful arc where children come to perch, to watch over the warring factions from a safe distance: I’d like to think yours is a symbol of willingness, an invitation to try again, to peaceful negotiations, to balancing strength with softness, heart with might.

Oh rounded insides coveting whispered secrets, oh C in the sky slicing through empty space, oh tipping teacup maybe empty, maybe full: It won’t be long now before we know for sure.

And then, just when we do, just when we’re sure we know you and what you are, you will spill over or fill back up, keeping us on our toes, forcing us to our feet, only to change again, to keep us moving, moving on, growing up, coming around again and again.

Written for Evolution by Jena Strong, January 2008