My Short Stories

Fiction

Poem by Lee Su Min

The Moon

The moon was late in casting the shadow on the ground

As a result, she could not find her path

She blamed the moon and the moon said, “that was because the sun was late,”

So, she stayed up all night and waited for the sun to rise

In the morning she asked the sun, “why were you so late?”

He said, “I am the sun I decide when I would enter and exit.”

Further on he said, “in fact who are you to ask?”

She said, “I am the one waiting at the horizon.”

“Oh, I see, so you were the one who drew the line.”

Help! I am not God!