The Man in the Moon – a poem
The Man in the Moon
a poem by Simon Camilleri
Let us pause and consider the Man in the Moon,
For he glows with a light that isnâ€™t his own.
Created to shine in the darkness of night
By reflecting the glory of anotherâ€™s light.
For itâ€™s by the sunâ€™s light that the moon can be known
And itâ€™s by the sunâ€™s light that its beauty is shown.
Itâ€™s the sun that now holds all the orbits in place.
If the sun let it go it would be lost in space.
Yet the man in the moon wishes he could break free.
He thinks of his orbit as like slavery.
Every lunar eclipse, to the earthâ€™s furthest side,
The moon tries to escape, and like Adam he hides
In the shadow of earth where he thinks none can see,
And there in the dark, he declares â€œNow, Iâ€™m free!â€
â€œNow itâ€™s my time to shine. My own light fill the skies!â€
So he tries to shine light. Yes he tries and he tries…
But he canâ€™t. Heâ€™s a moon. Not a sun. Not a star.
And you canâ€™t be enlightened lest you know what you are.
Still as the moonâ€™s orbit from the earthâ€™s shadow slips,
The moon vows to try harder, the next lunar eclipse .
The moon is a fool. Just like you. Just like me.
Thereâ€™s a reason why madness is called â€œlunacyâ€.
The moon thinks heâ€™s so big and the sun looks so small.
If he only could see the sunâ€™s not small at all.
Even to us on the earth, they both look the same size.
But itâ€™s due to perspective, itâ€™s a trick of the eyes.
You could fit 64 million moons in one sun!
Yet the man in the moon thinks that heâ€™s â€œNumber Oneâ€.
So later tonight in the moonâ€™s bright reflection,
Do your own reflective introspection.
See the man in the moon. Cos if you can,
Youâ€™ll see that the moon is there in the man.
“I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen:
not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.”
– C.S. Lewis