Song to the Moon

Song to the Moon
by Janine Pommy Vega
In the waning days of red October
you make the shadow of my house
a turreted castle
a walled medieval city
I am propelled to the eastern window
to see what you’re up to
Upside down over rising mist
your smaller than usual size,
a yellow half-penny
nailed to the sky,
your intentional remoteness — you’re
up to something, moon.
I’m watching.
Willow, NY, October 2002