The moon is none of your business.
It is not a mirror for you to stare into.
It is not a surprise coin in your old coat
waiting to make your day.
The moon is not your ex or a friend
you’re desperate to catch up with.
It is not the garden of your new house
or the dog walking past your front door
or the hatch in your unopened loft.
The moon is not for you to write about.
It is not a new day or an old dream.
The moon is not the nail on your right thumb
circling around a scab on your left knee
waiting to pounce.

Carl Burkitt 2024