THE LOST MOON

Like you, I too lost my moon.

Wide-eyed, I took a smiling face

to be the source of all light and hope

which led me into a gloomy forest.

Since then, I can no longer see

the wonders in the sky.

However hard I trudge and search,

I cannot find the hills I have climbed.

Now, there’s no difference between day and night

— I spend them on my computer and cell phone.

In fact, I knew long ago that

the smiling face was a mere mirage,

yet I can no longer gaze up at the moon

as my ancestors did

from horseback by the roadside

to relay a word home or to a friend.

I have landed in a place

my ancestors never heard of —

I need to grow a new backbone.