Broken Moon

Waves crashing against rocks
In the pale light of a breaking moon.

The tides are intermittent — not regular or predictable
As they are desired to be,
The water is cold;
It sprinkles everywhere around the neighboring rocks
As if these dry rocks want to remain dry
Like a pluviophobe shivering
At the slightest sensation of a raindrop on skin.

I wanted the moon to stay intact,
I expected it to continue to glow consistently
As it had done hitherto

But alas, it has broken,
Or at least that is what I make it out to be.
The light from the fragmented moon
Is now suddenly dim.
No longer homely,
But bleak and insufficiently warm.

I can no longer appreciate the blemishes and beauties
That constitute the rabbit on the moon.
Her rabbit, that is,
A jolly one that too —
Making it all the more depressing
To have perhaps lost this rabbit.
This cute jolly rabbit.

And on with the night
To do nightly things…
Hopefully but not necessarily sleep!

…

_{pluviophobe – one who is afraid of rain}