Same Moon

When I was a kid, I used to stare up at the moon

and my grandma told me that my cousins in Florida

would stare up at the moon too

and that it was the same moon and we were the same

and that we weren’t really that far apart after all

that we were connected,

and it felt good to be connected.

 

When we went to Canada one time for a family reunion

the moon was there too, the same moon

and I had never really thought about the moon also being over Canada

just Florida, where my cousins lived

but there it was,

but it wasn’t some weird Canadian maple-leaf moon

it was the same moon, the American moon

only it wasn’t just an American moon,

it was also a Canadian moon

and I started to wonder as I gazed up at the moon,

if the moon doesn’t stop at the Mason-Dixon line

or at the Canadian border, where else might it be?

 

Then I asked my grandfather about this,

since he traveled a lot when he was young

and sure enough, he saw this very same moon

over the South Pacific, and over Japan

and then I thought about what grandma said

and I thought about all the people

in the South Pacific and in Japan staring up at the moon

and how, just like my cousins in Florida

if these people were staring up at the same moon

that we weren’t really that far apart after all

that we were connected.

 

When I got older and started to travel

everywhere I went

there was the same moon I would look up at as a little kid

the same moon that my cousins in Florida looked at

the same moon that I saw in Canada

the same moon that my grandfather saw

in the South Pacific and in Japan.

I spent hours staring at that moon

in the sky above Baghdad

on nights I couldn’t sleep

but it wasn’t some weird moon on some evil axis

it was the same moon,

the moon of my youth was also an Iraqi moon

and I finally realized that my grandma was right

that we are the same

that we aren’t really that far apart after all

that we’re connected

 

One night, a few years later

I was laying awake in Bethlehem

and there was a full moon

and my eyes kept shifting between the moon

and the gigantic concrete, graffiti covered wall

and I couldn’t help but notice

that the light from the full moon

was shining down just as brightly

on the illegal settlements on the other side of the wall

as it was on this pockmarked refugee camp

and, in this moonlight, the wall seemed ridiculous

seemed so artificial, so forced

because it was the same moon, after all

shining down on both sides of the wall

and we were the same, on both sides of the wall

and we weren’t really that far apart after all

and we were connected, by the light of the moon

 

It’s the very same moon all over the world

it’s the same moon that we all stare up at

and we aren’t really that far apart after all

and we’re all connected

and it feels good to be connected

 

 

 

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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