L A S T N I G H T
The moon was orange
swollen
a perfect celestial sphere
seriously round,
taut
It wasn’t the super moon
It was the moon, moon
The regular one
Its position in the sky
could have easily been
A prop on stage, a classic opera
the orange loud
an extraordinary chiffon
the hue, deep, the color
of warm sharp cheddar cheese
forgotten on picnic tables
at family outings in July
the orange globe thick
if carved with exact lines
a sky lantern for all
the invitation, no rsvp required
and all we have to do
is make time for splendor
I imagined walking on that
orange moon, a barefoot explorer
my entire body glowing
the perfect reflection
of color painting every inhale,
exhale, a slow, profound, ripe
papaya orange
lungs enjoying the carnival
salutary oxygen marching
with crimson painted parasols
Last night those tiny
naranja moments
grand !
By Elena Arosemena
11/16/2016
