the Moon is a marvelous thing.
always watching, unwavering,
but never seen.
the Moon, romanticized in rhyme, lyric, song,
shining and engulfing everything with its larger than life form,
but never truly seen.
since childhood, the moon has been a constant,
always accompanying my only child self on evening car rides.
when it disappeared, I used to wonder,
“has it forsaken me? has it forgotten me?”
only to turn a corner and there facing me with its luminous pupil,
always watching, unwavering,
but never seen.
I can’t escape it.
I don’t want to escape it.
Like a glowing guardian angel in some deconstructed way,
it has been the omnipresent eye of heaven.
the beam of light that follows me everywhere.
always watching,
unwavering,
but never…
seen.
Photo credit: Minji Chang
