Mediocre Moon

Skywatchers tonight will see something rare- a moon noted for its bland appearance. Just weeks ago, throngs of people viewed the “Super Dooper Strawberry Rabbit Moon”, which looked like it was going to descend and devour the Earth. That was just an optical illusion, of course, since the “Bunny Moon” is by nature an herbivore.
Tonight’s moon will be different, though. It won’t be like, say, last October’s “Chartreuse Hunter’s Moon”, which, as you might remember, wasn’t really that color and, in reality, only hunts on weekends. While that moon was greeted by jet tours jammed with enthusiasts enjoying champagne and caviar, this month’s “Undistinguished Moon” only rates parking oneself on the patio with a repast of Townhouse Crackers and Orange Fanta.
Not that I’m out to disparage this month’s moon. My mission is only to inform. The moon has always been a heck-of-a-thing, no matter what the month, and I wouldn’t want to hurt its feelings. It’s those from the Federal Sea and Air Administration who have said that this year’s “Undistinguished Moon” will be particularly disappointing. Their words, not mine. Furthermore, they say that no special equipment will be needed to see how dull the moon will be over the next four days. It won’t look any larger or be any closer, it will be its usual greyish color and it won’t be associated with hunting, gathering, or deleting unused apps from a phone. This will be a mediocre moon. It won’t be covered later in the morning on the network news shows with pictures and graphs and new, clever probiotics and “Boring Moon” style tips and ooohs and ahs from the studio audience.
However, if you find yourself too underwhelmed by the moon this month, there is help. Somewhere. I don’t know where, but I have written a poem.

You knew there’d be a poem…

It’s the type of moon that isn’t so specific.
Not tied to human venture or our yearning.
So, the effect is downright soporific.
Disappointing to those partial and discerning.

It’s the type of moon that has a dun patina
when it’s full in its entirety and all.
Average in appearance and demeanor,
like the last thing that those errant lemmings saw.

The stars in your eyes
are rather incongruous.
So, would it be wise
to have one affirming kiss?
Or, perhaps we’d better not.
Why piss off the moon?

It’s the type of moon that fully lifts the bay,
and raises every ship upon the bight.
But, we two, have found the high ground anyway.
I promise that we’ll view it
from the park tonight.

The tide tumbles and meanders
respective to the lunar flight.
And, this life-long dry-lander
can’t say how or why.
I work with what I’ve got.
Why piss off the moon?