to my amazement
a stone hung in the sky -
who could help but weep?
~~~
responding with smiles-
the voyaging moon becalmed
in this child's spy-glass
~~~
grace in high relief,
partial sunlight realised:
this phase speaks to me
~~~
grown old and faded,
children's drawings under dust-
the moon has a face.
~~~
swift through the branches,
slow across the milky way,
faithfully, the moon.