New Moon
I am where I will always be, but tonight you can’t see me. As you stare from your bedroom window once again, I wonder what you are thinking. I remember when people like you long ago used me to light their way during their night travels. Or the time you all worshipped me and I went by many names. I see that you are sad. Your chin rests on the windowsill, you take in cool air. Are you making a wish again? Pretending you are amongst the stars with me, hiding in my shadow and wondering if when people look through their telescopes that they can see you dancing in my craters? I’ve seen you like this many times, but perhaps it is the sparkle in your eyes despite the heaviness in your heart that makes me curious. Your small life is but a blink in mine, so I do wish you spent less of it upset.
Waxing Crescent
You peek at me as I peek at you the next time we see each other. You trace the sliver of me that has appeared from the shadows. You seem happier. Contemplative. I can only imagine the plethora of thoughts that are going through that tiny mind of yours. Endless possibilities. How fascinating it was to see your earliest ancestor think for the first time. To wonder maybe there’s another way. Though much time has passed, you all are still much the same. You like to wish for things to be different. For them to listen to you. But you wear contentment well. I wish I could tell you that someone is listening. To let you know that I too sometimes wish to be heard. I wonder if that lullaby of me is still in there amongst all those others thoughts.
Waxing Gibbous
I still see you during the days, but I find that I cherish our talks at night. You play with your toys on the windowsill. A robot and an astronaut figurine crash into each other, and I find myself enthralled in the ensuing battle. You make them crash and collide and in the end, the astronaut is the victor. You propel him to stake a claim in my glow that shines through your window. When you all visited me the first time, it was a nice surprise. I watched your kind try so many times before. The global sigh of relief when they arrived and spoke those historical words. Will that feeling be the same when they do it again? Will that person be you? Sometimes I let myself wonder if I still hold that sense of wonder to your kind. But as you put your toys away, you say “Good Night, Miss Moon.” I am important to you. For me, that feels enough. Your mom comes and tucks you in. Sweet boy, I hope you’ll visit me one day, too.
Full Moon
My little Sebastian, it’s good seeing you outside tonight. You chase fireflies, running around your backyard with a glass jar. Your mom watches as your dad sets up a telescope. He calls you over and you two watch me. I wonder if he’s telling you about the about my giant crater. How many faces can you point out from the shadows and valleys of my surface? Time passes and your parents lay out a blanket and you lay between them and for a moment everything is alright. Together, you find shapes in the stars and sing of fiddling cats. I see pure joy in the shapes on your faces. This is where you’re meant to be. a place of pure, unending love. From that, you will prosper into someone magnificent and I will get see every moment. Even the moment you outgrow me. You will grow up and go through many changes and see so many places. But until then you are my favorite starry-eyed boy. Me? I will be where I will always be. And I will always be here for you.
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