I lay down and watched the moon tonight. I spied it through the bedroom window above my head. It was round, thick and light, whipped till it was creamed there in the night sky. It was a full face starring down at me. A night light that illuminated all the clouds rushing past until there were no clouds. Then the night sky was clean. And it was just the moon and me, starring one other down until someone fell off their perch. It was me tonight, but watched out, it’ll be the moon tomorrow.