I got mooned
last night on my way home.

I was minding my own business,
the book I was reading was finished,
I didn't mean to stare,
but he was just hanging there
head tilted a little,
his countenance
made me think he was
enjoying his view
as much as I, mine.

I saw a couple others
stop and stare, too,
right in the middle of
their work.

Looking up at the sky,
taking in the clean,
stark white of it.

The sun was slipping between layers
of gilt-edged clouds
on the the horizon
of the western sky.

But from the east,
he hung there,
smiling, almost as if
he was tipping an
imaginary hat.

Yep,
I got mooned on my walk home.
This time of year, the
moon can be so powerfully beautiful.
Don't you agree?

©April 16, 2003