Moon and I have been hanging out the last two weeks as I have kept our light blocking shades open at night. A moon poems book is on my long list of books to be. Enjoy the poem!
made by celestial wasps
collecting debris of extinguished stars
mixing it with their saliva,
layer upon growing layer,
then placing it in the trusting hands
of Earth orbit.
a looking glass to view the tempered sun,
nursemaid to the hearts of humankind.
Paper moon our journal
marking marching time,
more eternal than humanness,
more fleeting than kindness.