Whenever I see a full moon

it seems likely to me

that the universe has written

a message to us

in letters formed by constellations

splashed across the sky

concluded with a period

created by a drop of planetary paint.

We can’t help looking up

hoping to learn what it means –

trying to understand

though it’s written in a language

none of us are fluent in.

I’m not sure I’d want to be.