The Man In The Moon Poem by Sue Stone

The Man in the Moon (with thanks to Roger McGough)

Where to put you?
The epicentre of my grief.
I cannot carry you in my heart
my precious friend.
The tissues here too tender.
I visit countless galleries,
to try and find
the one true landscape
where I can ‘put' you.
The spot where
you lie buried,
where ashes dilute to
support feathery fronds
of acer.
I cannot see you there
Amongst the soil and stone

And then,
browsing through Borders
Closing Down
Sale.
No bargain,
full price,
you'll be relieved to
know (The entire works
Of) Roger McGough.
And I hum
I muse
and buy to browse
and read
‘The Man in the Moon'

This earth,
amongst so many
planets, galaxies and light
years.
We are but specks of dust
and life whisks us
aside.
So here I can place you
with comfortable ease.
Sit back and gaze
and know that you
will teach the stars to shine.

This is where I shall find you
I shall find you in the moon