Moon’s Climb
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The purpose of the moon is not to rise
At twilight or to signal start of night,
To mark the end the day or make more wise
The half light of the evening or to slight
The foam on breaking waves on coasts of Maine.
The purpose of the moonrise is not blues
That it enhances or to drive insane
Those blues with beauty of a yellow ruse
As spherical as God’s perfection. Slow
The moon’s intention spreads. Light climbs above
The gray blue clouds that do not want its glow
To touch the ice or rocks while making love.
A cowering white wood house turns half away
Because it welcomed terse New England’s day.
~ Phillip Whidden