There’s another line in the poem which rattled in my head as I ran: “The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.” A galleon is a type of old ship, but I didn’t know that then, and because the word “galleon” looks like the word “gallon,” I thought it was some sort of bottle, tossed on the sea with a message inside. I liked the idea that the moon had a message in it and that some night, if I kept racing around, I might be the person to receive it.
