La Luna

I went to the take out the trash

It’s just up the hill

I go up there everyday

I go up that hill and down most times in the daylight

This time it was at night

And I threw away the trash

But something about that streetlight

With its golden amber humming

Spoke to me.

I kept staring at it.

It told me how it stood there to guard the

Stars,

And I asked it why.

Turn around!, it said.

That moon!

The moon was there like an old lover

Waiting to say something important to me,

And I jumped.

Then, I really stared at her.

La Luna.

And I knew we knew one another.

She stared back.

Yea. She knew me alright. She knew my desperately lonely heart.

I knew her lonely heart, in the very core of her gravitational force, pulling me out and away—-yet closer than ever.

I heard a shuffle in the Dumpster.

I jumped again.

A squirrel jumped out, running away.

I walked back home,

Where I knew I could hear the

Longing and loneliness

Worse than ever.