Cartoon Moon

August slips in unnoticed,
mired down in days thick as soup,
in road trips that arc along coastal cities
as though summer might hold on forever.
Tonight the cartoon moon
made me wonder
about how it presents its face to us
what turns it from a fat-cheeked half-circle
as soft as a child's drawing
a wax moon in bright crayon
what pulls the curtain of fear
around that moon?
what else, but our own dark thoughts,
that somehow blossomed upward
weighing down the entire sky
as if the shape we see is real
and not the shadow of the Earth
obscuring a cold, round stone.