lunar hymn

the moon is here,
the face
that faces us
both the part that is illuminated
or dark
or that part covered
by clouds
obstructed
by buildings, trees
mental obscurations

it is there
in all of its
limp roundness

silent cells
of brilliant brains
culture, conduit
to give it epithets
attribute intentions
to blanket it in stories
myths and science
all to give us greater

vision
at night