Big Funny Moon Poem by Flavia Richardson

The big funny moon shining over us
The brewing clouds rolling fast
Blown by a dark blue force, invisible and cold
The ocean stretching before our eyes

The world below us as we rush through from home to another

A single beam touching me through my plane window
A discreet touching of the moon
Warmth and blessing from the far heavens
In the low-cost class in the middle of the night

I cannot hear the waves; I see the movement miles below
Sleek slow movements
Water tangled in itself

Passing my home, my oval neighbourhood, my provincially lit city
Semi-dark turning into semi-light
Flickering LEDs on a patch of the world

My worries and stress pulverised by these bouncing beams
The moon is now a trampoline of light
The edges become less crisp the more I stare
The moon's big round eye staring back at me

Rushing through the air, barely breathing
The moonlight is effervescing my ego
A big pill dissolves in light water
Brewing bubbles on the surface of the sea

A fingerprint on the glass where I touched to meet the beam, my home, my life
All crushed in a single movement
A few carbon atoms barely holding together on this frozen surface