In the middle of the ocean of sky sat
that unflappable moon full as a peach.
I dreamed it was surrounded by great
elliptical rings like the rings of Saturn.
Everyone even the nightingale even
the crying babies hushed as whole
towns fell silent watching.
Fireflies left off their flashing.
Stars quietly turned off their lights.
Clouds flung themselves away.
As if on cue a drift of wisdom
settled upon the heads of All
like soft felt hats.
On a night picnic
the languid quarter moon
canoes over our heads.
We eat slices of cool black sky
the luscious pieces slipping
from fingers to mouths
a sprinkle of sharp stars crunching
between the stony pearls of our teeth.
From the basket you pull a box of
cherries saying they are just the thing.
We lie on our backs shooting cherry pits
at the moon missing by a hair every time
and wish for nothing.
Super moon biggest fullest ever moon
I don’t know why
but I did spy
it in the sky
with my little eye
last night. And so let
the mischief begin.
Moon was full last night
a giant ball of white
and I failed to watch it rise
or rise myself early enough
to view its milky largesse
hovering in the western sky.
So much is here and gone
before we pause enough
to love it.
Stuck
Glued
Immobilized
Paralyzed
Imprisoned
Stuck
Yearning for change
Oh so
Filled with fear and trepidation
Change anyway.
Try anyway.
Go. Grab a hat. Pack a bag.
Try.
Toss the hat to the moon.
Go.
Do.
Voluptuous moon
Marilyn Monroe of moons
stole my heart last night.