last night;
our neighborhood was screams
of awe and fear
both were unfamiliar

silent impact
our moon was tilted on its side
it rattled and grew closer
monstrous and looming
larger
          than
                  life.

our moon
stretched our tides until they snapped
coasts held hostage and cities blank
planes dropped like birds
plucked
        away
                from
                      our blue canvas.

it was a beacon of terror
man once set foot upon
neap tides now creep tides
a mother hen
          gone
                 rogue.