#26 Reaching for the Moon

Outside my window,
shrub grass bent sideways
and beach plums danced
on the wind.
A seagull pecked at an
abandoned sneaker.

It was a blue jean, flannel
kind of town,
weathered shingles
and wind roughened siding
all fading to a gray brown.

It was the kind of town where
people waved when you drove past,
everyone knew each other,
and helped each other out.
They also knew each other’s business.
And most never wanted to leave.

In the muffled sounds of night,
tucked inside a cottage,
a mother read a favorite bedtime story:
The moon looked so near,.
I wish I could play with the moon,
thought Monica……..
Monica jumped and danced with the moon.

And on the bluffs at night,
A little girl reached for the moon,
And her papa helped her get it.


Credit: Carle, Eric
Papa, Please get the Moon for me

4/26/20