Just there. Always. Last year. Next weekend. Today with 30 minutes notice.
What do you want to do?
Up a mountain.
Side of the road, head thrown back, star gazing. Beaming blinding moon.
His arm must have been just floating behind my back. Asking sweet gentle permission, is this okay?
Okay, well there’s the Big Dipper you know that. And then where there would be a line that goes to Polaris. The North Star. The one that all of the other ones rotate around. But that’s some old time sailor stuff.
Over there, you see that cluster of stars with the bright one in the middle, that’s the one on the Subaru logo. Pleiades.
There’s Orion and those there are his belt of course. And the one that looks like a sigma that’s Cassiopeia. And then there’s this one and I know I was supposed to remember the shape, but I’m not sure anymore.
Later he would say I’m not very good at stars. I’d say you did pretty well.
I took Astronomy one summer.
I would read one line of text
then blankly attempt to defragment my existence
in the off-white texture of cheap rental walls.
A black hole rang in my ear,
the accelerating universe numbed my tongue.
String theory. Gravitational lensing. What’s a quasar again?
As it turns out there are 146 moons in our solar system.
Yet, somehow I am just now getting to know one.
To appreciate the agony of the scorpio moon,
to release and recite my intentions on the full.
The harvest moon, the blood moon, the waxing moon.
My moon and I, we’ll call it complicated.
In all of those years did I ever look up and think
I’ve only ever seen the near side of that moon?
That in just one thousands year’s time the earth
tethered the moon into a promenade of tidal lock
earth always taking the lead.
I, mere mortal, gawked at the crescent moon
a crisp smile in the belly of the whole
with it’s same whole face
accommodating the shadow and shine of it’s host rock
and molten star
with no reverence for my mood or ambition.
I believed like you that the phase of a moon
from new to newer took 29 days.
Oh contraire mocked the stars
try 27 days, aren’t you wise
aren’t you waxed and wained.
We’ll call you simple.