Showing posts from March, 2012

the moon

mid-day and staring at the blue sky. not uncommon. but the occasional afternoon a moon crescent unexpectedly hellos.

when i was young and in the back of the family minivan, the moon was chasing me. most nights its size was precisely that of my thumb nail.

the light of day can merely hide. for even at noonday, the moon hangs whether seen or unseen. and though i forget (and though we didn't go in '69), it is neither further nor closer than it ever was.

65 and sunny

coffee and worship
   with the people
lunch and honesty
   with good friends
afternoon nap
   with wifey
   by myself.
all of these
   the same
i give thanks
   for life.