Smiling Moon

 

The moon is smiling at me

like the Cheshire cat in Alice’s

upside down wonderland of dreams

that meshed together to form so much

of the world as we saw it then—

through the looking glass.

 

I was not exaggerating, the moon

is smiling at me, its sideways

crescent slid across the sky until it

was resting on its silvery back—

dreaming of white rabbits.

 

I stood in the backyard on tiptoes

to get a better look at what kind of

world the moon would choose to

smile down upon after midnight—

but nothing was different.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

Kristi - Really really good poem about the moon! A very magical way to look at it!
I love this poem. It's like a fantasy yet real like too. I can just see you out there
after dark and looking at the moon and this poem drifting into your mind!
Wonderful! It just reads so well!

Tina