The Moon has followed me
For a number of years.
I feel very lucky to have had it along with me on
Long train journeys. It stares at me
Through windows, not looking where it's going.
I think it's because, when I hold up my thumb,
My nail fits perfectly into its smiling crescent.
We fit together.
It hovers over me like a hummingbird when I sleep.
Still and timeless.
Comforting.
It must be hard work pulling the tide or
Making werewolves or
Whatever it is that celestial bodies do.
So it's strange that it picked little old me to follow.
I suppose we understand each other.
