Moon

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.