If the Moon Only Knew
A wondering poem about a beloved celestial body.
Do you think the moon knows how loved they are? That on a rock somewhere they will never touch, entire worlds worth of people will pen painful, yearning, honest verses about them? Do they know that one human's footprint on their surface is but a symbol for the billions across time that have sang songs of their beauty and strung together similes about their light and wrote entire mythologies of their love affair with the sun and stars? Did they know how Sappho and Shakespeare would immortalize line after line about them with longing, or that somewhere in the twenty first century, some broke poet from Philly would find such sweet comfort in the sight of them that said poet would weave them irrevocably into the fabric of their most beloved story? Maybe the moon will never know how loved they are. But I'd rather spend my nights hoping we exist in a universe where they do.
YOUR PROMPT FOR THE DAY
What is your favorite memory with the moon? Was it a time you stargazed with a friend, or the way it rose over the ocean? Did you kiss someone by it's light or cry, waiting for it to set so the sun could return? Jot down some verses or create a piece of art that explores this.
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This post is the “Moonlight” entry in the Countdown to the Stars blog series. To learn more about the countdown and the book (coming Nov 2022) visit stillthestars.com.
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