The moon looked different the other night.
Like I could reach out,
and run my hand across its rough surface.
Like a stomp brushed wall
all bumpy and undulating.
I attempted to take a photo of it,
but the moon came out like
a focused circle of light
caught while out on a midnight run.
If I had a professional camera
I could show you what I saw.
What I was able to imagine it felt like,
the surface of that too bright moon.
A bit yellow,
a bit textured,
a little more within reach
than the night before.