The Hunter’s Moon 2024
I thought about you as I looked at the moon last night,
And I was so tired –
I looked at the big moon and it swallowed me up – whole
I knew, though, that as I stood in my driveway – looking up at midnight
That you would be looking up at 4 a.m.; you would be doing just this - a few hours later than me –
And then I think about time – how my time is separate now -
Separate from what Earth used to be – I levitate above it sometimes.
I think about how I may seem illuminated
And to you – full, but it is only the light we keep talking about on Monday nights -
– that of something which you would call a spark
And I would call air. Because of this I am very careful.
I’ve become untethered. And this was my goal.
I live on the moon,
It’s my home. I travel there, but I am also always here.
I am foreign while I am also home in this suit I wear,
A busy astronaut – a tired space traveler.
I have so much I want to do
But I am growing potatoes and cleaning tubes
Staring at screens – remembering childhood and doing all this fondly – which
Is only possible when there is the moon in the sky
The Hunter’s Moon
Christine Munsell © All Rights Reserved 10/17/2024