Mooning

A handful of families

had come to see the blood moon,

standing around outside their cars

(like us)(children hopping around

and talking loudly)

And there it hovered

just above the trees,

just around its maximum shadow —

a smudge, a smile, a whisper

But every day has something singular —

a dance of clouds, a curve of leaves —

and every night holds out the opportunity

for moon, for stars, whatever brightness

the city’s glow may let come through.

Many people raved over this one

on the internet.

We got back in our car

and drove home.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 28, 2015