Friday, June 21, 2024

The Moon At Night

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Why does the moon at night

look closer than it actually is?

So close you can read the terrain. 

So close you can imagine going there,

touching it. Is it an illusion

created by the circle of reflected light

floating in the ocean of darkness?

Or is it our yearning? 

I think about it 

when I look across the room

and there you are, as usual,

going about your regular business,

immersed in thought and worry.

When you're dressed 

I imagine you naked,

and when you're naked 

I imagine you in clothes, it's like 

I always want something else.

And I think I could reach out 

and touch you, 

but then something inside me

says no, it's not true, nothing

is as close as it seems,

and if you try to go there 

you will become untethered, 

suffocate,

float away forever, 

a fading pinprick 

in the vast blackness of space. 

So I wait anxiously to see 

what you will do next:

You continue along your fixed path

as if it were calculated precisely

to keep me

at a distance.

4 comments:

  1. Wow, this starts off as one thing, and becomes something else! From a poem about the moon ("at night," which I thought redundant at first, but then understood that the moon at night is precisely what the poem is asking us to consider) ... it morphs into a poem about your relationship with your beloved. Changing ... like the moon! Ultimately the poem is about how close we think are versus how close we really are. About the laws of physics and attraction that create the illusion of closeness while simultaneously keeping the distance that is required to maintain the proper orbit.

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  2. Exactemundo! Somehow we are celestial bodies attracting and repelling to maintain a certain tension, balance and motion, that we call relationships.

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  3. Cross-reference my poem on thelionofpoetry.squarespace.com called "We Collide in Space".

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    1. Read it again. Yes. Well done. Maybe it was somewhere in the back of my mind.

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