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Moonstruck

by Kevin T. McEneaney
Tue Nov 15th, 2016

When the moon is full and nearest to earth, 

I peer out my door, listening to naught: 

Silence so stark, nude, a startling stillness 

in landscape bathed with light near-bright as day. 

I was overcome with bleak, awed wonder 

by precise pin-point delineation 

of trees, leaves, sheer outline of hump-backed hill. 

 

Does this lost child of earth influence us? 

Haunt us in near inexplicable ways? 

That august presence looms above my head 

and  makes me feel smaller than I prefer. 

Moon, you are so much a part of my life: 

Wondrous, lifelong friend who makes me feel safe.