Last week the moon was full for the first time since Hurricane Sandy. What a different moon it was.I In the early evening, it was big in the eastern sky and, in the early morning, it began its decent into the western horizon, hazy but bright. It has been on my mind since. Yesterday, I wrote the following Fibonacci poem to our moon.
ball of reflection
dangling from shiny white diamonds.
You cannot believe I’ll ever look at you the same
after your October power play so destructive you hid yourself behind clouds.
You pushed, you heaved and the ocean coughed up its insides hurling water walls every twelve hours, shoving wantonly against the low, soft earth.
Now, you are a beautiful pearl gliding through the sky, giving sight to the darkness–a well-worn expression of the natural world–placed in the sky for lovers and dreamers, a placid symbol of the triumph of the unknown.