Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Moon Is Mine

Moon is mine

With me but not all the time

Like an old friend, Moon

Sidled next to a barn

Suspended over a mountain

Peering over a cloud's shoulder

A slivered streak sinking in bright blue

Harvesting howls and eyes and wheat

A buddy bright outside my window when I sleep

Some chase Moon, know what Moon does

They know Moon's phases and many faces

Not me. Not my Moon

Moon chases me

Rising... Falling.... Playing hide and seek...

And I smile each time Moon's face meets mine