This pale sky. Another day
like this page, broad, blank.
I've lost touch with the moon.
I no longer know its phase or its place.
I sleep through the short nights
and the long afternoons.
How is it I grow older
when I have been old for so long?
a poet’s notebook
I’ve Lost Touch With the Moon (snapshot poem)
One response to “I’ve Lost Touch With the Moon (snapshot poem)”
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Wow! This is beautiful. I was out walking the night of the full moon. It was so pretty. But, in celebrating, in my own little way, I, too, am painfully aware that I age, yet, already feel older than dirt!
Thanks!
Su
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