Super moon

It’s 4:30 in the morning and I’ve got
all the excitement of a four year old
on Christmas morning
eyes wide, feet touching a frozen floor
before slipping into whatever shoes I can find
to creep though the moonlit house and outside
where all my excitement’s directed
hanging high and bright in the lightened sky

And maybe there’s an irony between expectation
and reality, because just like my four year old self
on Christmas morning, I’m disappointed by the sky

I’m annoyed that I awoke at 4:30am for something
that while brilliantly bright and temporarily enchanting
is something I could see every other full moon
on a clear night

16% bigger they said, and somewhere in my head
I thought it would be perceptible to my hopeful eye
and while my memory has photocopied and blown up the moon
to a more magical size, I can’t be sure it’s true
when my heart still flutters to the disappointment
of a magical event that was only ever really magical in my head

© Indie Adams 2013