Pink Moon, Black Cat, White Lies
My black cat accompanies me
Home from the mailbox
As if to make sure that
The peach-colored pink moon
Won’t choose tonight
To take me
It peeks, head tilted
From behind the old church
Justly fearful of my familiar
Who sashays among the shadows
I want to say to him
You may be made of darkness,
My pet, but you do not belong
To the night, as I do
There is a brief interlude
In which God creates
The lights of the heavens again
Lest I forget
And I am back on my porch
The moon is higher now
Its blush gone
No longer shy, it lies cradled
In bare branches
Cat inside, I linger alone
And wonder
If I could ever belong to the light.
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