WHEN BAD THINGS HAPPEN
we can usually look up and see
the moon, big and bright, shining over us.
That always made me feel better.
Like there’s something up there beaming down on us in the dark.
But the day before yesterday, when
Shawn died,
the moon was off.
Somebody told me once a month
the moon blacks out
and becomes new
and the next night be back to normal.
I’ll tell you one thing, the moon is lucky it’s not down here
where nothing
is ever new.