Fire on the Moon
I stroll the gateless nights of the suburbs
but know the neighbors think me a fool
for keeping vigil for sparks on the moon.
Once upon a time, our moon was a dancer
in an ancient cosmos of gas and fire
before flames soothed to solid forms.
So I raise my eyes and aim my dreams
to where you float, bone white and bright,
so through your pull, I might transform.
© G.H. Mosson
G.H. Mosson is the author of three books and three chapbooks of poetry, including Singing the Forge (Wasteland Press 2025), Family Snapshot as a Poem in Time (Finishing Line Press, 2019), and two collaborative chapbooks, Simultaneous Revolutions and Heart X-rays, from PM Press. His poetry has appeared widely and been nominated four times for the Pushcart Prize. He works as an attorney and lives in Maryland. For more, seek www.ghmosson.com.
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