if I am the only one gazing up at the moon,
the blinking lights of a tower pointing her out.
The silence is penetrating, as there isn’t
even the sound of a cricket chirring.
Moon’s round shape reminds
me of a cyclops eye gazing down,
half closed in isolated boredom.
Does she wonder why I stand here
by myself gazing back at the single eye?
Two solitary beings separated by miles,
each wondering about the other.
I extend a hand, wanting to draw her down
to share my isolated spot on earth,
but she remains in her heavenly home
and I remain lonely.
This is for One Single Impression. The topic this week is “lonely.” Be sure to visit and read other poems on this topic.