The Moon after Noon

A Poem by Maxwell

I wake up from my long sleep, looked around while stretching my feet

I try to lose myself in my thoughts and think about my just concluded dream

I thought I was at a cinema seeing a movie because my room was cool and dimly lit

But before long, I was deep. Deep in my thoughts

I was brought back by my phone which seemed angry at me for some reason.

It kept on ringing without any sign of stopping, getting louder in fact

I had the feeling that if I didn’t answer it, it was like I was committing treason

So, I picked up the phone, answered it with lowered voice like I was at a Mozart concert.

After the call, I realized that it was evening and drawing close to night

I got up off my bed, took a shower and went outside to get a good view of the night light

To my satisfaction, apart from not being disappointed, I saw the moon smiling down at me

A half crescent moon, which is said to bring its viewer good luck, on a Saturday evening

I tried to think of something cool to name this particular half crescent moon

Then it hit me hard, as if searching through the galaxy just to get to my head at all cost

My mouth started to curve at one end as I smiled at the thought that found me.

In my mind, I called it “The moon after Noon.”