A white circle in a navy grey sky,
Dimpled and cheek-boned.
It is a beacon tonight,
Complimenting the dark,
Highlighting the dusky figures with silvery film.
The moon is not alone;
Clouds form and reform,
Dancing with veils
With Luna at its centre.
They reach and retreat
Until they clasp each other
Like hands held, holding fast
Gripping tightly across
The smiling face of the moon.
I was coming back from somewhere late at night (WWE - see below for link) when the moon was suddenly apparent behind some buildings after being hidden for some time. The clouds were moving but not quickly and they were long, like arms, leaving the moon and then covering the moon, by turns, until two clouds met and the seam of their connection looked like a handshake.
It deserved a poem, this moment.
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