Hi supermoon,
I'm glad I got to see you tonight. You are so bright. I feel like I'm looking at the sun and almost afraid to look at you for too long.
How does it work. Your plain surface the perfect reflection, not scorching not burning, it is cold and glowing with a secret kind of wisdom.
I know what you're going to say, there's already so many poems about the moon and who cares who else needs to hear another poem about the moon, but this is my first official poem about the moon and I was struck by the experience of it and I want to say something about it.
I heard there was a super moon happening tonight and I didn't want to miss out. When it seemed dark enough I left my house to get a look. There was nobody else on the block, nobody else was looking up at the moon on my block. I wonder how many people went out to look at you tonight.
There's a simple little joy in going outside at night to look at the moon for a little bit before coming back in and proceeding with the rest of your evening indoors. I feel okay to watch the little Netflix, catch up on Scandal and see what's happening now in Shondaland, because I set an intention, put on a coat, and walked into my yard looking for you. It was a chilly quiet moment, looking up at the moon with no one else around and thinking about something so old, thinking about the face of the moon, the person's face in the moon, your face in the moon, and how perfect it all is, how spooky and how always always this kind of thing is.
Maybe not everyone went outside to look at the moon tonight and maybe the people who did look at the moon tonight didn't go out to look at the moon another time but we've all done it one time or another we've all looked at the moon we've all watched the moon from a backseat window watched it follow no matter how far the moon always there a common memory even on foot under darkness real darkness no city lights no passing cars maybe some dark trees a dark sky with stars and a bright moon a moon so bleedingly bright it leaks out onto the sky around it like a yellow skittle on a wet black napkin.
I'm glad I got to see you tonight supermoon.