I saw something in the moon
Something lugubrious and manic
Screaming with infantile tears trickling down his tenuous arch
Clutching desperately with ever feeble limbs.
I saw him singing hymns from the poor man’s bible
Praying to a God that mocked his invocations
Wishing on a dying star.
It was on that day that I felt the moon spinning.
Though my feet pressed into the earth,
My hand grazed the moon
My fingertips wet with his obstinate tears
For I’d swiped them from the sky
No longer able to bear the celestial weeping.
I’d tried to break him from his inimical orbit
Scolding gravity for her audacious behavior
The moon wants no longer to run in circles,
I cried,
No more can he flee desperately
Only to find himself in the same place
Again and again
The game piece of a cruel and unrelenting recreation of physics.
Do not cry,
I pled to the moon,
The night’s vision blurring behind a few lonely tears of my own eyes,
One day you will break away
Liberated of the impudent earth
And then you will run
Faster than repetition’s provocative rhyme
Farther than gravity’s unwelcome claw
You will be
unstoppable.
I dropped my hand from the sky
Gazed as the moon tried to be stoic
And I
I ran back home.