Traveling alone
on a bustling highway,
I noticed the moon,
hiding quietly behind a blanket of cottony clouds.
Its glow was a soft, gentle yellow,
on this oddly warm January night.
Something inside of me
wanted to ask the moon
if it could see me through that blanket,
or if it knew why the air had been so warm lately.
Quickly,
with no thought,
I silenced that something
and went about my way,
forgetting the moon
and its soft, gentle, yellow glow…
…until now,
a day later…
…now, I just wonder,
What inside of me
had such an urgent need
to silence the other
something inside of me
that wanted to talk to the moon?