In 24 years, I’ve probably seen you a million times. In 24 years, my skin has reflected off your glow probably half of those times In 24 years, I’ve never seen you shine as much as you did tonight Tonight you are iridescent. Tonight you are all shimmer and shine Tonight, you are hope. You are deep howls in the forest And you are fish swimming upstream You are changing tides And you are love thriving on the beach You are promises made on pinky fingers And you are celebrations felt in bright red cups. I’ve heard of poets who write sonnets and authors who write paragraphs about you I’ve listened to them comparing you to a dozen other things Hoping against all odds, against all measures, that they could justify your beauty and shine. But they fall short, each time. Dear moon, The entire universe does not rotate around you. Today, you are the universe.