Poem: I do not think the moon

I do not think the moon

is where it should be

tonight.  It

is hanging

low and off

to one side,

and the shape

is strange,

not crescent

or round

or something

between, but

I think

it has distorted,

as though

squished one direction

and stretched

in another.

It must be

my eyes

not seeing

what is there.

Maybe that

is not it.

Maybe it is

something

in my heart

instead.