Did you see the moon tonight?

It hangs silently,

going through its cycles.

A rough draft,

A lump of clay, unfinished,

Drinking in the sunlight.

Did you see the moon tonight?

It lit your way,

through darkened streets,

bought the tides in to the shore,

erased the flotsam and jetsam

that washes in on every wave.

Did you see the moon tonight?

It hangs there, watching,

caring, its face as uneven and unknown

As any you can think of.

Did you see the moon tonight?

A creation myth,

Spinning in its orbit,

linked to ours, but unknown.

a rough draft, abandoned, unfinished.

Ben Macnair is an award-winning poet and playwright from Staffordshire in the United Kingdom. Follow him on Twitter @benmacnair