Skywatching
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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