Missing moon

The moon disappeared for three days.
Every evening I searched for her
rudderless
uneasy
scanning the horizons at dusk
vexed that the brightness of the morphing sun
so easily kept her from me

But she was just hiding in sunshine
lost in the myriad yellow and brights
and swelling blue of the swallowing sky
She finally emerged tonight
the smallest silver
peaceful sliver

silent
waiting

To see her was to feel it again
whatever followed me as a child
rising out of the ground
tingling against my skin, my hair
also silent

playing among the eternal greens
ancient trees, carpets of ferns
streams like paths to hidden meadows
moss-covered fences
whispering their invitation

Welcome, my anchor.
I’ve missed your face.

I crunch home through fallen acorns
black-shadowed oaks
brazen yellow streetlamps
tidy new sidewalks
at peace with my place in the night.

Missing moon

JTomblinson

Coppell, United States

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Artist's Description

I guess it’s known as a dark moon? Being new to the study of lunar cycles, I’d never noticed before…

I grew up in rural Oregon, btw, and I don’t think any of the earliest imagery from my childhood has ever made it into my art before.

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