As daytime is halved,
a young child notices the most
an old one has seen much, so
the world baffles less.
One thing shocks on this occasion
at a time when the sun ought
to be king and shine, the moon
stares back. she is alive in the day,
a miracle is what this must be.
The moon. Home of howl.
Setter of sea tides. Lady Luminescence.
Her presence today claims the lie that
Night is nigh.
clouds flutter by and away it goes
No more moon.
The heavens’ solitary emblem of dark,
Often invisible at this time,
shall continue to be so now and possibly ever
All I, one so old and wise, could say was
“OK. Wow. Would be cool to photograph though.”
Sight was wasted on me
should’ve dreamed instead.
©2020 by Ayo Okikiolu.
Seeing the moon in the middle of the day led to this.