Chasing the Moon
Photo by Aron Visuals on Unsplash The Moon called to me "Come see my radiant light!" I turned west and witnessed his gleam as he crept toward goodnight. The moon dipped past the horizon, sliding silently into darkness, regaining strength to come back, from the under side of the sphere. Complicated rhythms, moon and night, night becomes day, and day becomes light. The moon hates the sun, the sun hates the night, complicated fears, each filled with fright. The night comes again, the sun hiding so bright, the moon once again chasing its light, and here our tale begins once more, the sun struggling to gain control from the night.. I woke this AM and noticed the moon. I turned west instead of east and was caught in the moons light. The horizon to the east was showing the sun and to me the sun was chasing the moon and hence the name of this poem. I was struck by the awe of the red moon and