Phase of the Moon

They say moon rising,
But I’ve never seen it rise,
I’ve only seen it
Pop into the sky
Like a bulb plugged in.
I don’t care where it wanders,
Only when it’s coming back–
Though I can see that someone
Nibbles on it while it’s gone.
And I can tell the moon is moving
Because I find it in a different place
Every time I look
(Though I never catch it traveling
Or glimpse its secret face).
When the moon is finally full,
The moon-crazed stars
Do belly dances in the night,
While the daily sun
Hides under the cliff of day,
Ready to vacuum up the stars.
And when it’s had its fill,
It spits out sparks
In shoots of golden light.