..
we never did learn the metric
(solar)
system, so for us it’s always
been a game of
inches. she swells,
she sways, she goes away.
put the measuring tape
(the scotch tape,
the duct tape,
the betamax tape)
away; we need a pro
-tractor, a compass.
a way to know the
circumference of this
vast wide sky. you
and i, we need a way
to say she’s gone,
and that we’re waiting.
she waning, and we’re
wandering about until
she plops up full again,
until she fills our souls
again, until she makes
us
…………….whole again.
..
NovPAD, day 25.
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
It was a full moon
that we sought
to measure,
but too late!
What good to know
the size of splendor
after someone had
it hung it
in a dark changeling sky.
(Thanks for the apposite
and opposite inspiration –
Randy)