Extravagant Moon Poem

By John I. Blair

I look there in the east
And see a brilliant glowing disk
Riding the horizon.

The mighty mountains of the moon
Make patterns on its face,
Lighting my imagination.

Is the moon a pagan beast?
A symbol of Selene?
A cast-off portion of the Earth?

On nights like this
I could consider all
As equally evocative.

Why choose,
Why limit,
Why take that risk?

©2017 John I. Blair, 11/10/2017