I don’t normally write poems, but this one came to me the other day when I was at the park.
The moon shows herself
as only a sliver tonight.
But I can’t help but see
the whole of her spherical shape.
the way out eyes want to
fill in what the mind holds onto.
Countless full moon gazes
summoned and consolidated
into the present moment.
But I like to think it’s more than that.
Maybe the heart wants to
see what is white and what is black,
so it creates a fuller picture
of this celestial body,
complete with craters, shadows and landscapes
hiding behind reflections,
far off in the distance but not out of reach.
March 24, 2013