10/3/20 – 9:35 pm – Waning Gibbous
the waning gibbous is uncertain
on this clear, dark, October night
feeling our exhaustion
as if the aging year
didn’t exist
each month hangs unchanged
except for the waxing and waning
while the sky keeps a record
of this blank time
I’m uninspired by the the night
grasping for enlightenment
in a passionless sky
maybe it’s too easy to see the moon
full and exposed, so early
as if time meant something
this year feels
like a wasted opportunity