'Moon going away'

(new writing last night)

'Moon Going Away'

The moon that helped make us,
inches away.
Long before us,
the moon loomed
close as a bully
according to projection,
hanging like a club above,
a hundred fold larger,
in the night sky,
glowing molten red
before the rock cooled,
now pale white and far,
mesmerizing
in its distant glow,
looming small in a striking quality of light,
not a bully now, a part of us,
ebbing the oceans
to wash the beaches,
ebbing the tide
of the watery galaxy of our minds,
changing our chemistry like the ocean life.
Tides duplicate throughout the universe,
tides of different form,
different from water, and varied scale,
from the size of a quark
to the size of a cluster of galaxies