The Moon (In Celebration of the 50th Anniversary of the Lunar Landing)

A poem, with the moon as muse, by Dorothea Lasky, an associate professor at the School of the Arts.

Dorothea Lasky
July 18, 2019

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


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


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


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 ReviewThe New YorkerAmerican Poetry Review and Boston Review among other publications. She is on Twitter: @DorotheaLasky and @poetastrologers.