The moon was yellow.
Or maybe orange. There
was a sheen to it. It was
too close for my liking.

It felt as though I could see
every crack and every crag
in the surface of the moon.

The orange sheen made it
look superficial. I couldn’t
tear my eyes away, for good
or for bad.

With the city light beneath,
it looked as though we were
the sky with the twinkling lights

and the moon was an ocean pebble.

One drop, and the whole sky would shatter.