Tonight I was driving home and noticed a huge full moon hanging low in the sky. I always try to take pictures of natural phenomena like this with my cell phone, and am always wholly dissatisfied with the result. Tonight I decided to take a few moments and bring my “real” camera out in an attempt to get a better record. By the time I made it out a few miles past the city lights, the moon had shrunk, but I still managed the shot below. As I sat on the hood of my car taking photographs and messing with the settings on my camera I began thinking about poetry. I used to write a lot of poetry; I miss it. Recently Natasha Tretheway, the U.S. Poet Laureate, had an interview on NPR and it reminded me how much. I came home and composed the verse below. Image and poem copyrighted by me, please ask permission before use.
Wish on a Full Moon
Suddenly I recognize:
I don’t know the moon at all.
A wan reflected pall is the only face I’ve seen.
Was she understood by those who walked, in Teflon, on her skin?
Or shrouded still in mirrored shine that never entered in?
For uncounted generations, how like her we were.
Seen from space only by the absence or echo of other light.
But mankind remade the Earth, electrified and
independently visible through our fearless invention.
And as I come now into my own progress,
I hope for courage
to practice singularity over semblance,
to pass through this world showing only my own face.