I clutched at a crystal
Clinging to the power of intention
Under the eclipse of the moon
It was a little desperate perhaps
And the sky was overcast
So I actually saw nothing
But at 3 am aching from my first encounter with Pickle Ball –
I wondered what my crystal would do
Or what the moon would bring
And if I could at this late hour in my life
Change,
For me, for you,
For the stranger in the street
For that to happen
I call on the alchemy
Of my ‘impossible’ dreams
And unstoppable intention.