Moon Shine

You didn’t know I was
working on the tides while
we sat together talking.

You face looks like the moon,
you said, and I just smiled
and sat stock still, focused
on something beyond us.

Those blue shadows cast
across the grass are from me,
I said, but you laughed
and took my hand in yours,
not understanding.

You’re all silvery tonight,
you said, and I looked at you,
waiting for you to realize,
but you just gazed intently
like you were wishing something.

We passed the crowds
and one by one, a strange look
in their eyes, as though entranced—

lovers were fighting and fighters
were kissing under dark trees.

And you whispered under your breath,
What’s with everybody tonight?
And I only said whatever it was,
it would pass with the rise of the sun.

Claire Juno, © 2012