Only Gibberish (a poetic Thought)
The Moon is hiding in plain sight,
behind a tree,
a fork in the road,
a sudden turn into the light –
Its there, it’s here – hangs out as always, but: not for me to hunt…
Not even one snapshot….
The Moon was… Shy tonight or quite not photogenic,
I gave one try, I gave it four, and then, with a sigh I said:
“I haven’t got the Moon”, I said, “Its only Gibberish I got!”
The Moon was shy…
Only Gibberish, tonight!