Super Pink Moon

As the earth rotated with certainty and surety and the sun began to set,

The people cautiously peeked out from the safety of their homes,

Or in the confines of their yards,

Or the security of their streets-

All conforming to appropriate social distancing guidelines, of course.

And they revered the rise of the full moon before them.

Beautiful and bountiful,

Pinky coral, an Italian cameo carved conch.

The people, they stopped.

They were still and observant,

Patient and awe-struck.

With the removal of the nagging superfluous distractions of life before

The people had time to return to roots and simplicity of wonder

Paying homage as they once did to the powerful ascent of the full moon and all of the changes it pulled with it.

Humiliated and frightened by nature’s swift fury

They stood humbled before the great full moon’s rising

Super Pink Moon

Hoping and praying for better days ahead

But not entirely wanting a return to the way things used to be