Hitler believed that if he slept
with a full moon shining on his face,
he would go mad.
I know what you’re thinking
but it’s unfair to blame the moon.
The moon only reflects.
Last night the moon was a searchlight
piercing the dark,
a spotlight turned on the human race,
taking a flash photo of each of us.
The eye in the sky did not blink.
It was a night for fairies dancing in the meadow,
witches working white magic, lovers entwining,
dogs dreaming of running with wolves.
A night to forgo sleep and spin in the whiteness.
If you did sleep, I hope you averted your face
from the moon—just in case.
poetry has been published in various literary journals and anthologies such as The Writer, Gulf Coast Anthology, Stoneboat, Chronogram, Bridges, The Stillwater Review, and The Paterson Literary Review, to name a few. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee, placed first in a poetry contest in Writer’s Journal, and recently received an Editor’s Choice award in the Allen Ginsberg Poetry Contest.