The full moon is searching for language,
a word to free it from the sentimental cliché of the last hundred lunar years;
silver beam, borrowed light, green cheese, honeymoon, and all that.
The face of a man has been seen in the moon by millions for centuries,
long enough for most to see, with second hand imagination, what isn’t there.
My wife is the only one I know who sees a rabbit in the moon.
I admire her for her original moon fiction thus avoiding mass lunacy.
If most saw a moon rabbit, she would see a moon man.
She’s independently minded and not easily influenced.
It is funny how we see without evidence things not really there,
But with the power of peer persuasion, a belief becomes a matter of fact,
and only one in a hundred million does not see the man in the moon.