Moon

I am looking at the sky. Fractured by the feathered clouds

Floating by like opal orange ice caps through a purple ocean,

Tattered edges reveal slivers of a glowing disc,

Lighting up the cosmos many miles away.

Like ancient longboats they slowly move in order,

Same calm pace, same distance in between;

Slowly, the last night cloud passes by,

Exposing a full moon that was hiding behind them.