Early Morning Moon

I stand by the bedroom window

this morning, pulling on a sweater,

expecting nothing

because seldom do I see

at 6:36

the Moon in any guise

so imagine my surprise

when there she lies

above the neighbour's leafing oak.

 

A tiny thing today.

A sliver on the way to nothing,

a not-silver sliver

that rose late

and has traversed hardly half the sky

by this morning hour.

 

The tardy sliver's stark curve--

precise, clear-cut—

pulls me to it.

Nonetheless, being human

and in a hurry

I turn away to find a sock, a shoe—

a moment only, I promise you—

and when I return to fill my eyes again

with pale gold curve carved into my sky

she is gone.

Morning has obliterated, for now,

the one thing sweet enough

to awaken my heart today.

 

 

Copyright 2014 Ann Tudor

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