Yet as it glows above the rooftops
It dominates the night.
My kind has known this moon
Since life began in tidal pools;
But all we know is what we see,
And that depends
Upon the man or woman viewing
And when and where.
Here and now, in flower-fragranced air
Still filled with city sounds at three a.m.,
I contemplate the partial moon
And, being me, must choose
If a fragmentary moon
Might merit only half a poem.
©2013 John I. Blair