The cycles of the moon
have been with us
since man first crawled
out of the trees.
Staring up through branches
or from the grasslands
our ancestors saw
a common glow,
a friendly face.
Poets and travelers
were and are
never far from home
so long as that satellite
hovered above.
Though it sends
no messages on its own
we can bounce thoughts
off of it.
Some of those feelings
and ideas have surfaced
in like minds in every age
without the need
of a cell phone.
There is no signal tonight.
Do not wait for my call.
Just look out the window,
and know I am thinking of you.
Joseph Farley edited Axe Factory from 1986 to 2010. Farley writes poetry, fiction, plays and essays. He also performs with Improv on Rye. His books and chapbooks include Suckers, For the Birds, Longing for the Mother Tongue, Waltz of the Meatballs, Her Eyes, and Crow of Night. His work has appeared recently in Bellview Park Pages, Bewildering Tales, Beyond Imagination, BlazeVOX, Crack the Spine, Danse Macabre, Concrete Meat Sheets, Thunder Sandwich, Horror Sleaze Trash, Schlock, T. Gene Davis Speculative Blog, US 1 Worksheets, Verse Wisconsin, Visions and Voices, Whole Beast Rag, Ygdrasil, Literary Hatchet, and the anthologies One Hell of a Christmas, Thirteen O’Clock Press, 2014, and Night Walkers, Thirteen O’Clock Press, 2014.
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