Tuesday, October 9th, 2018 – 9:27 p.m.
Waxing Crescent
I don’t have any expectations
not for the moon or for myself
the sky looks like a backdrop
the stars, too perfect
and much too dim
in the polluted glow
of this bright neighborhood
If I pause to let the blackness
settle in around the stars
they emerge, brighter
and I can see something more
– so much more –
in between each constellation
Where there should have been nothing
there is light
faint, a film that seemed at first
like a shroud
luminous and barely visible
twisting and breathing,
alive
Tonight, maybe the silence was enough