weeping at the moon

artwork by Raina Gentry http://www.raintree-studios.com/birthofthemoon.html

I don’t know why I sit here tears dripping, under the moon. Crickets scratching their legs, the sound of the freeway in the distance. I have no reason to be sad. No badness of a day, no complete and utter failures, nothing went all that wrong, today. In fact, things went mostly right.

I haven’t really thought of my brother in a long time, even thinking of him now, that’s not it.

Instead, there’s the cool night air, Seussian silhouettes all around.

Looking up into the sky, halo around the moon’s fullness, little dark spots on it’s circle, I feel something, I know not what. And that something feels like sadness. And I have no idea why I’m weeping at the moon.