To Our Moon

I hope this poem finds you well...

That jarring feeling
of going into a movie
when it is light outside
and coming out when it's dark.

I feel like I used to be taller,
and I know I used to be less fearful. 

Every outcome is a comedown,
and I am down for the count, 
down to count the days
with praise instead of haze. 

Let's circle back tomorrow
about today.

What do you say?