a stranger in the sky

9:03pm | 2009.03.10

i look up at the sky every night
to see the wax and wane of the moon.
all at once mysterious, beautiful, frightening...
the moon never seems to hold a consistent form.
i think it's what frightens me.
the ever changing and uncertain
lack of control
ever luminous until
it sets out again only to return
changed
different
changed
inconsistent
a stranger in the sky i knew
a form i hadn't known before.