The Man on the Moon

Tonight 

the Moon is a Pearl in the milky throat of the Night Sky

what an oyster.

This World.

What a filter the human condition is. 

At this point in the poetry, 

I am deliberately *not* going to express feelings about the trash fire the world is right now,

as a metaphor for being a filter, 

blah blah blah make the connection or don't.

Wait- oops...

Wait, no, because! 

I don't want to be here to write about that.

I want to dream of the Moon.

And the Man's face She illuminates when She is full.

The way it looks like he's sighing her name..

"Moooooooonnnn..."

The way She lets Him kiss the Stars goodnight.

The way He longs for Her to be full so He can be seen.

So, God, Bless the Moon.

And God, Bless the Stars.

And Blessed Be all the Pearls,

nestled deep in the breaking alabaster tide pools of the Night.

And God, bless all things that shimmer against the dark..