On The Full Moon

The moon hangs in the sky

Shining down her pale odd light

Hiding the steps and boundaries

That show a narrow way in sunlight.


Making us look closely where we move.

Nothing is as it seems or right

To the day-accustomed mind

When traveling by moonlight.


The moon travels from full to empty

And back again

Taking time to rest and grow slowly

Every month.


Unlike the sun,…