Waxing Gibbous – 10:45 p.m.
memories swirl around me
as transparent as the gauze clouds
that rush past the wide, fat, gibbous moon
the pattern distinct–distinctive
the glue that holds the night together
punching a hole in the dark
making room for the sky’s biggest witness
like those burdened, burdensome clouds
the memories hold me together
an umbilicus that spans the place where I sit
watching the orange-gilded moon
those restless clouds’ endless dance
might be a serenade
perhaps yearning for the moon’s attention
as I yearn for yours
the moon is a dragon eye, watching me
dilating the sky with its empty stare