Consider the Moon

On a clear night like this
how could you not notice the moon,

steadfast and suspended;
our satellite in the darkness?

If you look closely,
even mindfully,
you might not be blindsided
by her silver sobriety.

Instead of constant confusion
and almost lunacy,
you might find yourself directed,

the wise inner detective
supple and ingeniously curious,

mastering how to classify stars, tombstones,
and other heavy metals

that float into your conscious thought
with no meaning greater
than a train schedule in Paris
or the forecast on the local Vermont radio.