Moon Out of Control

(from the moon series)

I thought that it was figured out.
I thought I could rest easy. I thought
I could lay back and let the moon do its job.

I slept easier and I wrote a lot
and I enjoyed drinks in a bar one night
with some Spanish friends.

I walked home with a smile.
The world just revolved and revolved
and didn't mention anything.

I should have known better. I should
have talked to a psychologist. I thought
it was over. And then one night

there were trees lining the dirt path.
The stars flashed through the leaves
blown by the wind. And I thought

this is a perfect autumn night. I looked
up for the moon where it sits at the beginning
of the month and it was gone.

Just the ghost print of a crescent,
fading. And I thought,
that moon is out of control.