Poem: Hello, moon

It’s that hour,
when the dwindling, dusty light
has all but drained from the sky,
when the transition begins
into the heavy-lidded, sleepy world of nothingness.

I pitter-patter across the hallway
from bedroom to bathroom,
and my home hums
with the peace of a day done,
but as I cross the threshold onto the cold linoleum
my eye is caught by a lonely light left on.

A realisation dawns,
that that light is not an artificial creation
turned on by my boyfriend as he read his book
but the moon beckoning me,
a salve to whatever it is
that makes being human so hard.

As if by magic
under the force of our constant companion
I find myself sat in my wide armchair
calm, bathed in the white light
held by the great wonder above
knowing in my body that everything is alright.

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