Friday, March 11, 2016

Poem #2 About This Week


The new moon
From two nights ago
Is now the thinnest of slivers
Cupping the bottom edge of the dark orb
In the Western night sky
It hangs seemingly above the highway
Even as I navigate the curves and twists
Each minute takes me one more mile
Further away from you
I follow the new moon home
And wonder
How many times she will wax and wane
In her eternal cycle above us
Until we are together once more
Perhaps we have our own cycle
Of visibility and obscurity
That brings us together
Then pulls us apart
Balanced in a dance of tides
Pushing me, pulling you
Becoming predictable and reliable
Through observation of repetition
I'll consult the calendar and smile
Knowing that you will soon be at my door

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