A Conversation with the Moon

By Rubana Islam

Dear Moon,

Who has time to marvel at your beauty anymore?

But please, be your luminous self anyway

Your 360 degrees of champagne white.

We may have forgotten you stole the sun’s shine 

So we may drink in some stolen moments of beauty 

But dear moon, wax, wane, crescent or full

Shine away

Because Jupiter may have 79 and Mars may have 2

but we have only you.

Darling Moon,

Do not submit to the halogen lit conversations

and lithium powered connections

Off when they die in the middle of the night

your glory is our only salvation.