Moon

Full moon tonight, saw it in clear dark sky from overhead subway platform, so bright, casting its reflected light over dimmer modest Astoria Christmas street decorations, silver whiteness of light, not hot burn of golden sun but strong nonetheless, fullness of moon moving mysterious tides through human heart, cycles of fullness waning to emptiness, scary shadows stranger than daylight's inky contrast, silvering the streets and redbrick apartment houses, shining in my window like open cats eye, gazing in feline indifference upon the splendor its own beauty has wrought.