The Moon Was Staring At Me

Inhaling deeply, I exhaled s-l-o-w-l-y The moon, perfectly full was staring at me one-dimensional, a shiny white circle plastered against the evening sky I searched its lines and ridges, curious if there was a message for me somewhere though that notion seemed so unlikely I tossed my head back and laughed at which, the moon made a face then draped itself in the mystery of swiftly passing clouds but when the clouds passed the moon had quite vanished