Not Another Poem About The Moon

Not Another Poem About The Moon
On its way to wax and wane
Reigning over night, sometimes day
Shares a celestial crown with the sun
A gentleman, that moon
In the tension of here and there and hiding
Doubles when shining over the sea
We dance a pas-de-deux
The moon and you and me
Dramatic monopolylogue, you as man, you as moon,
You as director of the tides
Performed nightly in your starring roles
Hands down best performance under the sun
Go, go, go
Into the night
Chase after the moon
Stand under the weighted ebony canvas
Pinned to the sky by asterisms
Plant your feet
By the thousand year old oak, narcissus bulb,
Or alone in farmer’s fallow field
And stand
Stillness becomes you, drenched in moon glow
Spilled to earth from cratered and chiseled full moon
Blushing with humility, pink becomes you, your best color yet
Every once in a blue moon
I see the silhouette of your face
And grin wide and wide-eyed
As the child in me meets the man in you
You saw me looking up, and seemed to wink
Accolades for the star, the moon
Transformer of the heavens
From crescent into
King and Blood and Blue and Harvest too
The Oscar goes to
The man in the moon
Best in Everything
Go into the night and day
Day and night
Singing every moon song you ever knew, anew

Beauty blinds, heals us
Fly me there
On a wing and prayer
Oh how do you memorize your lines, performed perfectly every time?
Bow, we applaud you
And the bovine who leapt over you too

We are simply fools to think
We don’t need another poem about the moon

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