The Moon and a Hanging Basket
March 17, 2014
I used to think the moon
was small and low,
as its chalky suggestion loomed
above the chains of my mum’s hanging basket.
I remember being told
that a few brave men had walked
on its surface,
but I wasn’t that easy to impress.
After all, I could almost reach
the coiled bottom
of the basket,
and I was only little.