MANY MOONS AGO
"Ahhhhhh...!"
she ahhhhhs.
"Another one!"
The moon doesn't let on
it's the same old moon.
"Moon gone....moon gone!"
she had cried in alarm
on becoming a watcher
of the skies.
Once her mind had latched on
to her idea of "moon"
she was relcutant
to let it go.
I watched my young ancient
see her hold a moon
in the palm
of her mind
for the very first time
observe her
come to the conclusion
that the new moon is
indeed a new moon.
She imagines all the other moons
hiding in the night.
Or maybe that stars are moons
that are dwindling out of sight.
Maybe this moon is the daughter
of the one that's gone before?
Or could this be a "son moon."
I smile as I see her
put one and one together
come up with 10 and a half.
I let her follow through
her thought.
She populates the sky
with many moons
before reluctantly letting them
all go
settles for a singular moon
that forever changes
its faces.
I too unwilling to let go
her night of many moons.
Rather sad that my mythical girl
has to settle for the knowledge of
the ages.
I enjoyed her
making the world
in her own image
the Goddess inside her
fading...fading.
When she has entered
the time of being
16 and three quarters
moon has long been
a single creation.
I smile at who
she was
creating a cosmos
with what
thought was
available to her.
She many moons
removed from her
first astronomical self.
I laugh as she whistles
in stops and starts
"No Moon at all"
( the Julie London version )
dealing as she does
with differential calculus.
"See...?" she says
"...m equals change in y over change in x."
I unable to follow
where she goes.
The moon and I both
letting on
she is the same
little girl.
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 5:21 AM UTC
MANY MOONS AGO
"Ahhhhhh...!"
she ahhhhhs.
"Another one!"
The moon doesn't let on
it's the same old moon.
"Moon gone....moon gone!"
she had cried in alarm
on becoming a watcher
of the skies.
Once her mind had latched on
to her idea of "moon"
she was relcutant
to let it go.
I watched my young ancient
see her hold a moon
in the palm
of her mind
for the very first time
observe her
come to the conclusion
that the new moon is
indeed a new moon.
She imagines all the other moons
hiding in the night.
Or maybe that stars are moons
that are dwindling out of sight.
Maybe this moon is the daughter
of the one that's gone before?
Or could this be a "son moon."
I smile as I see her
put one and one together
come up with 10 and a half.
I let her follow through
her thought.
She populates the sky
with many moons
before reluctantly letting them
all go
settles for a singular moon
that forever changes
its faces.
I too unwilling to let go
her night of many moons.
Rather sad that my mythical girl
has to settle for the knowledge of
the ages.
I enjoyed her
making the world
in her own image
the Goddess inside her
fading...fading.
When she has entered
the time of being
16 and three quarters
moon has long been
a single creation.
I smile at who
she was
creating a cosmos
with what
thought was
available to her.
She many moons
removed from her
first astronomical self.
I laugh as she whistles
in stops and starts
"No Moon at all"
( the Julie London version )
dealing as she does
with differential calculus.
"See...?" she says
"...m equals change in y over change in x."
I unable to follow
where she goes.
The moon and I both
letting on
she is the same
little girl.
