MOON
THOUGHTS WHEN I CAN’T SLEEP
I cut the moon in half with a butter
knife last night.
And since I made that crooked slice,
I let you choose which half you wanted.
You took the east side, so I took the
west.
I placed my half of the moon up high in the sky
And I let it’s light guide me through
the trail in the woods,
To the creek, where the water glistened.
I sat for a spell and listened for the
wolves, but they weren’t howling…
So I let the light from my half of the
moon lead me back home.
I snatched it and pulled it down from
the sky
And I laid my half of the moon on the
kitchen table.
With my butter knife I spread cream
cheese on a bagel.
And I pressed my half of the moon on
top of it.
I climbed into bed and slept
peacefully,
Knowing the breakfast treat that
awaited me.
What did you do with your half of the
moon?
Or....
When I came home from my walk
I noticed that my half of the moon
Was slipping away, toward the
horizon...
So I thanked it... and I let it go.
What did you do with your half of a
moon?