On the ferryboat
Looking at the moon
There it is
In the sky
And, he immediately notes
On the water
A great smear
That has eluded the painters
Of the world
It is not the moon
May not be real
An effect
So irresistable
So integral
To this moment
It mesmerizes the darting eyes
Of my son
In my arms
At the rail
On the deck
The reflection
Is what he sees
Right after he sees the moon
And he says so:
'The moon...
...And the moon in the water?'