Full Moon Falls from the Sky

Standing together in the living room looking out the window

Wind blowing hard from the west everything flipping around thrashing in the gale

Dust rises from the asphalt road as high as the telephone wires

Dust so thick I can not see through it

The road is unusable, too dangerous, no visibility

High in the sky the full moon shines in the northwest

Suddenly it falls in an arc to the west

Then it reappears back in its northwest high sky position

only to fall again

in rapid moonset

How can this be?

At this latitude the moon is never that far north.

Has the Earth tilted on her axis?

Speeded up her rotation?

Maybe that is causing the high winds.

No.

The winds are coming from the west.

If her rotation speeded up the winds would be coming from the east.

Maybe the moon has shifted her orbit and is speeding around the earth?

No.

Then she would show her phases as she set in the west of the night sky.

She stays full round bright.

How does the moon pop back into her position high in the northwest sky as the west wind whips the trees in fury and clouds the road with impenetrable dust?

I don’t know.

I have no explanation.

Just like the woman who the news says shot her brother dead on Friday and shot her aunt and grandmother, too. Doctors counted nine bullets in grandmother’s pelvis.

Like the full moon falling from the sky, I have no story to explain why.

About this poem

This poem is part of my Solstice solar year poem cycle, where I write a poem a day from June 22, 2019 to June 21, 2020. The poem a day may get posted on a different day than it was written, or several poems might get posted on the same day. And if I choose to submit a poem to a literary journal, I delete it from this blog before doing so. That's my project. I hope it touches your soul and makes you think.

And maybe inspires you to write more poems of your own.