The Moon is an orb that is usually misspelled
A glowing body of office
The Moon tells you right from wrong
Or usually where you are going
It has been there for many years
Or not been there at all
What is Moon and not Moon
Just like what things are pink
Or not pink
If things are not a pink Moon
Then are they a blue Moon
Can a green Moon call anyone
And say pick me up
Have you ever been called up
By the Moon
How does the Moon drive you
Does it make you into a better person
Does the Moon make you a person at all
The Moon makes a sort of luminary time
That asserts a today or a tomorrow
Is it June or July
When the Moon says hi
But now speaking of today
There have been fifty years
Since we first
Kissed
The Moon
(We being us and the Moon)
(Kissing being walking upon it)
(Walking being what is it like
To wear a moon suit
And would I like it)
But all things being equal
What was it like to touch down
On that rocky crag
Did a horned trumpet play a sad tune
And if so
Why
Did we feel anything at all
When we watched that blurry image
And if we didn’t
Were we blinded by light
Just like the way the Moon blinds us
From the sun
The Moon is a neon red
Aquarium
It is patient
It waits for you
If you want
You can wave at it tonight
Remember to say
Thank you
Dorothea Lasky is an associate professor at the School of the Arts. Her poems have appeared in The Paris Review, The New Yorker, American Poetry Review and Boston Review among other publications. She is on Twitter: @DorotheaLasky and @poetastrologers.
