Super Moon Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Blue Moon

Super moon last night saw it from my terrace
18% brighter and 20% nearer a meteorologist
On TV said…how dry can one get?

Huge, yellow and beautiful, so close I could
touch it with a broom handle but I felt its pull
for a moment levitated and dared dream big.

Beauty should be shared till it becomes
a memory pooled by lovers, but you were not
there to see this wonder.

This was not a night for sleeping it was one for
nearness with the one you love and restless
I walked on sandy lane thinking of your absence.