The moon lit my blind
last night, illuminating
my insomnia.
“Silly girl”, she laughed,
“You fret so over nothing!
Time to let it go.
“The ‘reality’
that torments you is but a
a false illusion.
“Politicians come,
inevitably they go;
they’ll be forgotten.
“Plant your corn, hoe it
well, and I’ll help you grow it;
read your almanac.”
“The seeds feel my pull,
the waxing and the waning,
the eternal show.
“Drink of my silver,
purify your thoughts, trust in
your infinite self.”
Then the light passed, but
moon’s laughter echoed as I
drifted to slumber.
“The Moon Laughed” © Susan L Hart 2025
Susan L Hart / Author 