My Friend The Moon (poem)

[Quentin Byrne-Sutton]
My Friend the Moon
The moon has appeared without a sound pregnant in the Eastern sky
Waiting to help me on my way
The night is blue
Infused with yellow rays

I turn off my headlamp
Eyes adjusting to the softer light
The moon has flooded the cirque of snow and ice, ridges are cut out in black like moon shadow

We are alone together; our eyes meet
The earth is revolving underfoot
But the moon and stars are turning too
That I may keep my balance on the moon path

Gazing at my friend the moon
I think of those I love
Imagine ponies galloping on moonlit plains
Wild and fiery eyed
Fish gliding under translucent ice, in a moonbeam, blue turbans of Touaregs winding through the night

Following the moon from East to West
I reflect on man’s arrogance
But am soothed by its rays
Knowing that moonlight comes from the sun as it treads the Milky Way
With all planets spinning through the universe;
Our pretentious ways as short-lived as a shooting star
Meanwhile
The night’s blueness has blended seamlessly
Into light of day
And for a moment the sky belongs to neither night or day
As my friend the moon fades, translucent, in the Western sky, as if to say:
“I am only a passer by”