Moon Math

Well after midnight yesternight, but not
yet close to dawn, I woke and walked outside
To find the moon an orange horizon-wrought.
Awake just barely both of us, we tried
And tried to touch, but arms could never reach.
(Though never had she hung so low as then.)

I slept almost ’til dawn today and peach-
Like, low she lazed so near me once again,
Yet, still, my hands reached not to grasp her own.
Nor can my mind attain the math that makes
Her orbit by the learnéd mapped and known.

I asked her how she chose the path she takes,
And why she wakes at different times as such.
But just as hands, our minds they couldn’t touch.

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