A playful rapport
with the space-suspended Moon.
“You orbit me,”
I tell it to its face;
just banter.
We’ve weaved through hard times,
me and the Moon
“Where have you been?”
I ask it after the clouds have cleared.
“You look different.”
I think of an African fable;
a mosquito who thinks it matters to an elephant.
“Goodbye,”
it says to the grazing giant, who replies,
“I didn’t know you were there.”
Tonight the moon is sulky;
an unglamorous gibbous
in a cold cloudless sky.
“I know you’re there, Friend,”
I reassure the Moon.
“I'm here too.”
