WATCHING THE MOON  (A poem by Blake Grantham)

Some people say I’m crazy
and some will think it soon
It’s because I’m so obsessed
with standing and watching the moon

My days are all forgotten
the thoughts of night I keep
I am always anxious for the sun
to get drowsy and sleep

And when the dawn approaches
I get glossy-eyed
I won’t suppress the emptiness
I’m usually feeling inside

I can’t understand them
maybe I shouldn’t try
I think that they should marvel
at that big bright thing in the… sky