I thought myself chosenas the moon kept pace with our carspeeding home through the nightmy sister’s squabblingbefore falling asleepI told no one of how the moonwas watching meoccasionally, hiding behind cloudsbut always reappearingthe face of the man in the mooncommuning with me By teenage yearsI knew the truththe moon was, well, just a moona celestial … Continue reading The Man and the Moon