The Restless Moon

The moon was up early in my backyard
Before the sun went down I saw it shine
Out of its element bone-white and scarred
Standing stark against the startled skyline
Having intruded into afternoon
As if off-course and having come too soon

Yet now that it is night I cannot see
It anywhere and it has gone away
Elusive reclusive as if to play
A game of cat and mouse the moon and me

The two of us appear and disappear
A characteristic both of us share
As when the moon looks down I am not here
And when I look back up it is not there

But it was there this afternoon and I
Might catch it on the other side and soon
When next I look up it might happen by
My fellow wanderer the restless moon
Whose absence I can feel the loss the lack
Moon if you see these words of mine: come back

+Steven Curtis Lance



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