An Afternoon Moon

(James MacWilliam)

 

The Moon was high, in an afternoon sky, as I sat at Tim Horton’s sipping tea.

I glanced at my watch, only because, it was barely half past three.

The Moon hadn’t moved, when I got to my yard, though I’d driven twenty miles to get home.

I puzzled at this, and how it appeared half lit, though we both stood in full summer sun.

I picked out a scope, and gazed skyward with hope, and suddenly I was right there.

Drifting over vast craters, dark seas, and then later, a mountain peak catching sun like a flare.

The Moon was half full, and I thought it quite cool, to be gazing through space in the day.

No need for my toque, thermal socks, or the look, that says “I’m freezing, I’m done, I’m away!”

Two birds flashed across, the blue disk as I watched, and the second, I swear was a loon.

No need for night, cold, or a light, as I gazed on an Afternoon Moon.