The Moon Is Hard To Fathom Poem by moon batchelder

the moon is hard to fathom
as the bottom of the sea.
she comes and goes, a phantom,
tho she never really leaves.

inconsistant in appearance,
changes, yet remains the same.
each day a slightly different face
every night another name.

at times withholds her countenance,
or but a smile bestows,
at times, outshines the stars
while casting shadows as she goes.

the madness of the lunatic,
the swelling of the tide,
the paradigm of non-challance,
a paradox of mind.

her grand celestial dance has given
rhythm unto form.
like her each creature under heaven
dies, and is reborn.