Those first moments leaving the airport
A forty-two minute drive at five AM

A jet liner coming in low above my road
Maybe that’s how I go out?

The moon shines a vicious orange
Magnified and distorted by the atmosphere
Half veiled by black and gray clouds.

The lower it goes, the brighter it glows,
The larger it becomes through distortion,
The more the clouds obscure her.

Worst of all, it comes closer to the skyline
Of urban sprawl and tourist traps.
They taint the sky white with light pollution
Devoid of color, sapping away the hues of night.

It smothers the beauty of the moon.
Drowns her in the loudness of light,
Silencing her vicious oranges and night,
Shattering the sky with the brightening of things.