I had a remarkable unplanned encounter with my old sweetheart the Moon; I was just heading back from the usual little walk down the hill to the store. Barely a few houses up Olentangy Street I happened to look up for a glance; But my look was captured, our lights were linked and my feet froze to the cement.
Heavy cloud cover seemed to part just in that one bright circle. And though the dark grey continued to roll from the south, with a chill breeze in step down here below, we both stood engaged the dark edge would advance but at last moment part just enough to leave that one circle uncovered slowly growing as stretched by our gaze.
I stood waiting for coverage, but the parting went on Until a larger space shown with clear blue around and subtle grey circles in the overall black radiated out an enlarging sphere pattern.
Although the moon has promised to help my vision if I remember to gaze there still was a little lack of focus and double-vision projection below. This made it seem like the moon had a chin and the space in-between gave it a grin. As the moons parted and the old familiar features of my friend sharpened, the double moved down into a long white beard.
Eventually, of course, the chill of the sidewalk Moved up through both the thin soles and thick socks And I had to break off and move along, dizzy. When I looked up again, the features were blurring And the blue space was smaller, though it grew as I watched. We continued this way as I went up the hill. As the walking got longer, moon's features grew dimmer; angry memories returned of the last time we talked, and the words that as usual got stuck inside me. Looking up from the bridge at the top of the hill dark black swirls had moved to the fore.
