Pushing the Moon

Pushing the Moon

By Marisa Bernhard

I stood at the edge, my feet barely touching the ground. 

The moon rose in front of me huge and bright.

I saw it all for the first time…it was hard getting here no doubt.

A sad and crooked road led me to the moon.

If I touch it can I push it back to a happier time….how hard do I need to push?

I stood at the edge in front of the moon-

Everything became illuminated…I took it all in.

I knew in my heart, that we were all misplaced.

I and he traveled from the west, they traveled from the east.

Bright, round and full lit the way ….on common ground we met.

We all knew….

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