The Stillness

 
 
I went to find the moon last night.  It was cloudy    
but there it was, chalk white, right in the middle    
of its misty rainbows.   And hanging out to its    
side was a bright star, the only one in the sky    
that was shining.    
   
The scene was really pretty and I wish I would    
have stayed out longer.  I went inside thinking    
it was the last time I would see it staged like    
that for a while, but it wasn’t.    I walked out    
again at 4 in the morning and saw nearly the    
same thing; except they had crossed the sky    
now occupying the other side of the celestial dome.      
Still together with clouds all around them as the    
atmosphere was still of halos in pastel.   Their    
light was truly beautiful.      
   
My dad was the man in the moon, and Mother    
his gypsy star of enchantment that hung beside    
him.   You know, it’s funny, if Dad were to ever    
hear me say it like that, he’d tell me to shut my    
mouth and remind me of some charmed    
superstition from god knows where or what for.  
He was suspicious of the moon.  "weird·o"
   
Bad things happen every now and then, but still    
we rise.  I like how they watch over me.