Moonlight

I look up.

Its dark,

And the midnight sky stares back at me

The moon’s gaze resolute.

She watches me,

The moon,

Delivering her messages in phases,

Showing me her shadows

In place of speech.

Tonight,

She is full.

She knows I see this

And she challenges me,

Bright and greedy,

Presenting her completeness

As if it were a prize she had won,

Like she were not

Just as empty as I

Only a week ago.

This angers me,

Her wholeness,

The rage bubbling from my body like boiling water,

The feeling forcefully expelled from my eyes

and landing on my cheeks.

Perhaps my tears will dim her glow.

When she returns

To her faint crescent smile,

I will be under her,

Waiting,

Anticipating her empty newness

Once again.