Unexpected Moon
It’s March and I didn't expect
An early morning full moon
Hanging there fat and low
Just above the road
A swirl of salmon coral
In the near expired night
An unripe peach or one
Of Jupiter’s smaller satellites
It’s easy to forget our moon
Never turns its back,
Steadfast though darkened by day
The selfless sentry watching over us
Like a forgotten Prometheus
Eternally pecked by scavengers
The overwhelmed parent
Who musters a smile
When her child
Does something banal
Its sad pocked face weeping mascara,
Reflecting whatever light it sees
Streaming over our shoulders
Showing us all the light we missed,
Sponging up whatever's left
Even catching a hint
Of what tomorrow brings
4/24/22
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