Morning Moon Journey

Off to my right
a stained yellow disc
pinned to the blue-grey sky
still high above the trees
small towns and cities

this daily trek
pushing against the others
accelerating and braking
I watch the moon
waft before me

behind the cell tower
above the McDonald’s
perched atop the gentlemen’s clubs
the car lots and warehouses

its pale light disclosing
the homeless slumped
against flaking walls
until it is finally blurred
by the rising mists

we travel together
the moon and I - both
sinking as we approach
our destination
fading into the day

© 2008 Melissa Songer