I followed the moon home

I followed the moon home
last night

from its' first startling orange appearance
to its radiant white beaming
over the city lights of home town

It lead me all the way home
and then loomed over my head thru the windows over our bed

as I tossed and turned in it's shadows
so anxious for sleep after an industrious day
wanting so badly for the rejuvinating powers of night
to ease the ache of the day

and yet sleep did not comply

a little journal time on the sofa
and something to warm my belly
and then back up to try again...
perchance to dream

a night like when the children were little
and their words would echo in my head by night
trying to recreate stories

I can't rememember what the big argument was about...
I only recall that it was a big argument
and worrying about the neighbors
as he beat on his pratice pad
after the make up
It was a simple thing...but I just can't recall...

and confessions over chow mein of the anticipation and anxiety
as the day of the coming unknown
becomes imminent
never having experienced this before
having a dad around
or
having children around

to be young
to them it seems to loom just like the moons shadows on my pillow
but to me it's so bright
so unusally bright...
shadows in the night