A poem for the Paschal Moon

A show-off moon looms loud above,

eager, serene and yellow with love.

The moon this year is bigger than most.

It makes me reflect on my unfulfilled ghost.

It stops my tracks, makes me stand in awe

at its light, its bright, its symbolic draw.

Not just your everyday, every-month moon,

the Paschal is rounder and makes me attune

to the wonder of nature, a great work of art,

to the bigger forces surrounding my heart.

Am I true to the light, the generous gaze

of her majestic roundness, her heavenly hurrahs?