Thursday, October 4th, 2018 – 11:30 p.m.
Waning Crescent
Dark sky but no rain
I’m too busy to sit with the mosquitos
(as their main course)
and gaze up at another dark sky
what does it matter anyway?
I may never see the moon
or make that connection
with October’s chill breath
the crisp leaves, my girls small
wonderous, alive
Autumn will always be about their childhood
and mine
I’m so sad
Sometimes the moon helps
the crescent looks so familiar
a smile in the darkness
but there are times
I only see a vicious moon
sharp, lethal, sinister
cold as a winter storm
When the moon threatens me
I’m not myself
when the navy sky is moonless
I feel abandoned
Then the stars aren’t enough
no matter how plentiful
no matter how persistent
nothing’s enough
My grief is like a moonless night