light through darkness

and thick smokey fog,

like an eye that

watches over the Harbour City.

 

its beauty entrances

those it catches

with eyes peered upward

towards the glow in the sky.

 

it’s our moon,

its chest out through

the fog and cloud,

brightly loud with pride,

just like us.

 

a game of peek-a-boo

it loves to play,

while you stand cold

and shiver, all bundled up.

 

get lost in the luminescence

of its mischievous grin,

gone until another night,

the Nanaimo Moon